i know you desperately what it to be a certain way and i acknowledge your sincerity, but the best intentions in the world won’t make a lie a reality. you dream in ideologies that time does not support and the greater good is an admirable thought but the structure has no support.

time does different things for each of us, some are sifted through the screen and we begin to see the water we walk through won’t float the dream, others become entrenched and add conclusions they derive from an unwillingness to see the truth, from shaky alibis.

so little warrior wave your flag and host your arrogance, but i have come to see that all my dreams, noble as i thought they were, did not upon close inspection, make any sense.