I once stoped to rest my eyes. It felt like drowning in emptiness, just lying there and waiting for something I didn't know. There was a sense of nothingness in my mind, like time had to stand still, waiting for me to come back. But I wasn't ready for the light to cross my eyes, and everything outside just seemed too much of something, of everything. Facing it felt too out of place for someone who had been sleeping for so long. But this dark cave, it was confortable, it was safe, all my demons were there to embrace me, to protect me from the sun. It was strange, how accustomed I got to it in a few hours, but it was home to me. It was so dark, like the moon had frozen and the night was no longer temporary. If I could be quiet the day wouldn't have to come by and the clock couldn't really make me stand. Oh, but how sad was that little broken cave. So warm, so still for now and forever. And the world, and the people, and the sadness and the magnificence. You could lose and you could win, one at a time or all at once. The risks were frightning, and the excitment could make up for it. But waking up again, one more time, and living... how difficult.
Still we rise, no matter how long it takes, how numb our lives feel and how hard it is to shake everything off. A planet so tired and restless, so many paths and none at all... how could we resist and look away without one last peek?