What the fuck.
My heart is slipping through my fingers like liquid.
No matter how much I try to catch it with my hand it keeps falling through.
I once had thought that the Unknowns were beautiful, mysterious, exciting; but now I realize that all I found beautiful is my imagination and the image in my head of the Great Unknown.
The Great Unknown, the Question Mark.
The lack of knowledge and the frightening and hugely vague.
I hate the feeling now.
I hate the Great Unknown to the pit of my core.