Can we see the truth when it falls short of this grand illusion. False pretense and hopeless truths, nothing can salvage this. Nothing can set us free of this thing, this place, this little crutch we need to stand. A little thing we call life, a little thing we call love, a little thing that causes so much pain.
Will you let it go?
Will you hold on?
Does it even really matter when all that is left is nothing at all?