Memories of Reality

Michael: There is always a beginning to the end. It is upon us and it can't be reversed. One step at a time, we grow closer to the end of the story. The darkness sweeps across the cities. The silence begins. There is no cure for what we have gotten ourselves into. It's been stolen and is possessed in the wrong hands. The end is eternal, and the everlasting effects are eating us up alive. When we try to flip around our mistakes, the consequences strengthen. They grasp our arms and legs then pin us to the ground. The ground suffocates our thoughts, and our ability to think dissolves in the silent wind. Hope is gone, and the only ideas that hang by a thread are the Memories of Reality.