…that cut too deep, and spread out too far into everything. They will never stop, and they must never question why.
A Poet and a Thief sat in a coffee house discussing events.
The time escapes them, and drips slowly as if from a long forgotten faucet. Their debate is over reflections of the past, and if anything really matters anymore. Dull cow eyes lazily pass from poet to thief and back again, not really registering either fully.
The debate heats up, and might come to blows.
The Poet sighs… and it’s all over. The Thief does not listen, does not see and does not care.
One last attempt is made before summation: but what about humanity? Does it not deserve a chance? Are we truly nothing more than folly?
The Thief replies slowly: it does not.
The door swings wide as the Thief bolts through, heading out into the world. More ripples and more shock waves will follow – but that’s no longer our concern, is it?