His questions are running thin. His mind is losing site.
His vision starts to fade.
Nature just makes faces at him. Angrier faces, Sadder Faces.
All they do is stare at this point.
Only remembering the shadows, They weren't good to him.
All they did was ask questions and judge.
Astra tries to ask his shadow.
Should he care?
should he not care?
Shadows can't be trusted here.
He hears a response.
"Keep Going" "up the stairs"
Astra Trusts his shadow.
This world is changing (changing now)
Oh it seems like your fading. Will you be there? I hope and swear on it.
Why do I care? Im a bear i care way too much I erupt raged with no hesitation.
The apathy honestly.
Everywhere (everywhere) nature stares at me.
I think I know what, what you’re looking at
The fuck you looking at?
they don’t think so, the madness in my bones are aching and turning my heart to stone
will we we ever get out, will i ever get out, do i want to get out?
I’ll turn to my moonlight shadow.