Have You Ever Seen the Sun Rise at Midnight?

Choose

    The choice lies before you now.

      You're the one who jokingly named it, do you still remember?

      You can pick the red pill or the blue pill.  We can, that is.

      One is a choice you must continuously make every second from here on out, it is signing up for a fight that will never end, so long as you draw breath and live. A fight that if you should falter for even one moment, one split second of hesitation....

     And it would all be for naught.

     You might as well have just chosen the route we called the blue pill and saved yourself all the trouble.  You wouldn't even remember what you had been fighting for, that you had been fighting at all.  Left only with the engrained memory of terror and necessity.

     You'll never live in peace again, should you choose the path of the red pill.

      The other is a simple action.

       To just let your head slip back beneath the surface and never worry about this choice again.

       One you choose and it happens. No more effort, no more ceaseless fight. No more worry and fear and loss.

     The other you choose and you get the slimmest possible chance to fight your way to escape.

       But even then there is no winning.

      It's why we chose to go peacefully into nothing, it's why we chose blue; don't you remember, old friend?

       Or has even my name slipped from your memory, to sway, alone and in the dark, buried deep, only to be found in the foggiest depths of your recollection?

        When you look at me who do you see? Another stranger or... or... I don't believe I have the right to hope, but do you see me? As you always have with those piercing eyes of yours.

      Eyes which somehow I can never forget no matter the time that passes, simply because they hold my whole world behind them.

        Has even my name, my words, my hopes, your hopes, our hopes.... our choice... faded from your conscious to sit, restlessly, -because how could it not be restless when we are apart?- in the back of you subconscious between those dusty memories of the hidden mountains we once ruled like kings, the open air and freedom which you once valued above all else, and those hopeless fights we always sought to win anyways.

       So please... even though we made our final choice, even though we faltered... I'm here to offer the chance again because... I think unbeknownst to us both... that so called blue pill was never a choice that I could live with... I figured that out when it came down to it, my way out is still hidden away; in the end I could never bear to go through with it.

     I always was unreliable like that.

      I can't make the choice for you, but I can offer it again so...

     If even a little, tiny piece of you still remembers me. Still remembers my words, my name. Still longs to go back and change those choices that we once so foolishly, desperately made; then say it.

      Say it and make the choice again. Take this chance that I am desperately offering you with. 

      Take my hand.  Say my name.  Do not forget.

      Say my name old friend, and let's not fade to nothing like this.