In these silences something may rise

A lot of fairy tales are thinly disguised hostility raps against parents. Kids know that they can't make it on their own, that if they were left alone, they would die.

The monster nevers dies.

You are the grim, goal-oriented ones who will not believe that the joy is in the journey rather than the destination no matter how many times it has been proven to you.

...it was more like bleeding than crying.

Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.