“Sometimes, it is more painful to dream, more disheartening to hope, more demoralizing to imagine.
it is easier to open your eyes and never sleep,
sleep but never dream,
grow up and never look back.”
The mission is over, but one mission just un-dramatically bleeds into the next, much like how our days pass here.
The journey has been taxing, and it is no simple sluggishness to sleep off, but an insomnia of both flesh and spirit. A monster of its own nature.
The Kid is alive, but he is losing his magic.
The reverie – it has been too long.
The Kid needs to return to his sanctuary of wonder soon, lest his world loses its color and becomes gray again.