Everyone I have ever met is so confident in their world that it is the only one that has ever been or will be.
Can I Die?
I knew I could stop it. I could just stop myself from falling. Tell myself the Other Dael hadn’t just pushed me off the building. But I kept thinking, Can I die? I mean I always assumed I couldn’t. I mean I can’t kill myself. So why would someone else be able to kill me? I can’t get rid of these powers. I can’t kill myself. I can’t keep Wren from remembering. I can’t help Hadley. There were very very few things I couldn’t do. But the things I couldn’t do if I could do them I could fix this world. Mend the crack in space.
Oh there is the ground. Maybe just maybe I will die. If I die will it all fix itself.
I find myself pinning the Other Dael to the ground. Okay, so I am also fucking immortal. Yay.
every war they fight
so much blood
it was addicting
the blood lust of these people
i became found of their wars
of their battles
of their fights
to the point where i helped them
helped them get there
if i am to live til i end the world
why not watch it burn along the way
a place that doesn’t exist
the roads are always the same
always the same places
always pulsing with anxiety
always running late
the rich neighbors that don't exist
Julie and and
his name I never remember
there is always a monster
not always with a physical form
but it is there
how can my dreams of late always be here
why am I forced to confront a place
that doesn't exist
I hate it
let me go
let me get there on time
how hard is it to get out of a neighborhood
that my dream self lives in
aparently hard enough to torment me
Karma is a bitch, but always misses it target. This person who has unknowingly been playing me for years I cut ties with but I am the one left with the gaping hole that makes me feel invisible.
But maybe karma is a bitch to the right person. Maybe I am the bitch in this situation.
when did I stop being real
when did i transfer out of your reality
was it back then
or is the fading in and out a recent thing
am i forgettable now
or have i always been forgettable
i can't make friends
cause i can't keep them
i become part of their lives quietly
and just as easily slip out
they don't remember my effects
they don't remember me
i remember them all
i remember them forgetting
they always forget
when did i stop being real
when did i transfer out of this reality
and into my own.
So it has been two years and I am bored as hell so I am back bitches.
Also I changed my username.
If you haven’t noticed recently I haven’t been active. I have decided to leave my Prose account for now as I am planning on putting more focus into my blog. I would like to thank everyone for the confidence you have all given me with my writing. So goodbye everyone. I now know that I really do have the power to make a difference. I wish you all the best on your journeys through life.
Is it okay if you don’t know?
“Is it okay to talk to yourself?”
“You’re asking the wrong person.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember?”
“What do you mean?”
“I am you.”
The young couple smiled at each other through a glass pane. They woke up surrounded by the blood of the other.