The world is on fire. So honey, breathe in the smoke. Tell me what the end tastes like.
Does it taste like ash and dust, or is it sweeter? A bitter kind of sweet.
The kind that leaves you rotting.
The kind that leaves you hollow.
I wish I could care enough about living to save you.
I wish I could care enough to save myself, but I've always been waiting for the end of the world.
For the end of me.
I never learnt about hope, only impending damnation.
Of all the destruction I leave in my wake.
There is nothing you could say that would keep me here.
I am on a course. A journey. To the end.
There was never a moment that I wasn't.
For every second that I'm here, the end is getting closer. It will consume you.
It follows me.
If you continue to walk this path alongside me, your destination will be the same as mine.
Rotting. Hollow. Bittersweet oblivion.
I wish I could care enough to save you.
To save myself.
But this path is all I have ever known.
It is all that I will ever be.
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The diary of Seth Alexander
Документальная прозаas the title suggests, this is legit going to be my diary. and yes, most diaries are supposed to be secret, but I have always been an open book. I like to pretend to be mysterious, but the people around me will all tell you that I am am someone who...
