Me Myself & Regret

world of lines

One girl in a room in a house on a planet in a universe.

She does not smile.

Happy juice pours out of her eyes.

Seeing is believing, which is why it must be horrible to be blind.

But in some cases, being blind might be better.

For there are many different things out there that many people do not wish to see.

Are they memories?

Snapshots of the future?

Recreations of dreams?

You tell me.

What is it that scares you the most?

Tell me, and I will capture it.

I will cage it for you.

And together, we will observe how it reacts when it is forced to come to terms with what it fears most.

A normal teenage girl continues to explore her cage.

It reminds her of better days.

Or were they worse?

You tell me.

But further along these lines of text, things are not as simple and joyous.

Further along these lines is a girl who struggles to grasp the concept of killing at all when the world around him is one giant fallacy.

Or is that just what she's meant to think?

Is that just what you're meant to think?

How can you kill what does not exist? And what metaphorical line in the sand she kicks up as she walks must we cross over until we ask ourselves what is really important?

How much further down the sidewalk do we need to walk until we reach the edge of the world?

And can we even reach it all from here?

I see no walls...do you?

I see no barrier...

Do you?

I have no use for italics that bend my words into pretty shapes when the world itself is bending all of us every single second we spend inside of it

We are the letters.

Our role is to be manipulated.

Italicized. Bolded. Highlighted. Crossed out.

Strewn together in different combinations until our presence means something.

But it won't mean anything the way you want it to.

So go on.

Misinterpret it all again.

See the barrier as a different form of metaphor.

See the people you love as no more than code.

For I am tired of telling the truth to people who have no desire to hear it.

I am tired of the rise and fall of the sun and the gods and the tide and all of the things you already had before I ever brought you here.

Before I showed you the truth.

You'll never see anything if you keep walking down the shore with your eyes closed.

And the reason you're here in the first place is because you think you are somewhere you are not.