Humans are divided between those who can still look through the eyes of youth and those who cannot. Though it causes me frequent pain, I find it very easy to place myself in the shoes of almost any boy, and can conjure my own youth with an ease that is troublesome.
The pain is not great. But the symbolism is disagreeable.
We sleep when we fall. We only sleep when we can't move anymore. That's juvenile. But it means everything. It's the illusion of progress. Staying awake isn't progress. The illusion is enough.
Hand took a breath and opened his palms, as if accepting the gift of rain. YOU SHALL KNOW OUR VELOCITY! He bellowed into the cold exhausted city.