You Were Always a Daydreamer Draft Version

(6) Limbo

Stuff gets really fucked up near the end, be advised to get ready for some

 ⚠️insane behavior.⚠️

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V a c a n c y
A t
I t s
F i n e s t

Segment 1

D e l a y.
The realization that there is little to no sign of any force, to push or pull whatsoever. The sudden moment where everything within stops, as time is an unstoppable force. Echoes, vibrations, empty unnamed locations with different shape and place.

We reach the edge of
The Absolute.

D e l a y e d
R e a l i z a t i o n s
T h a n
B e f o r e
Reaching the end. Echoing... a numbness so deep, that it's numb to itself too.

A void so vast, you can see your body warp a million miles away. Snaps, tears and rips... are the lasting effects on this neverending world.

Revolving around nothing but an empty defeat. Slow turns, can a head do before its in complete paralysis.

Fragments weakly refract, a light so dim, you think you're seeing things.
So wide, so infinite... You'd think.

Yet no movement is present.
M a y b e
You can see active veins, sparks, pops, entanglements...

But, you haven't tried hard enough.
It's not over yet
Just at the edge.

You can't even tell what's there is... Really even there.

F i c t i o n

Can you remember the last time you sang?
Remember all of the indulgence?
Those bundles of minutes...
No, you can't.
Not really.

Do you remember the edge... The sour end of it all?
You don't even know you're in it.
You lived off of a fairytale.
If only the world, 'be so merciful.
No more fears or tears.

Only the sensitive instincts of your mind, filling in the gaps.
You're not just falling, but fading.
Lucidity used to be, something to you.
Not anymore.

A fate rests upon you, You're really at the edge.
Fiction, is different than reality.
It explains a story.

Nothing is, on the line in a story.
Reality is game, but in impossible mode.

Yet you seek what was easier.
A game, a story, a long description to this aswell?

F e a r
A fluctuation, of expectations.
Big, or small.

We really deceive our reality as it is now

With a new one
Let it simmer on the stove.

Boil up, until the height containing the boiling hell in our head, cannot contain.

You worried for something more dreadful than realizing such a hell?
No...

This is how bad it gets, you can't even realize that you're in that pain.

The difference is, reality will never be the same as your expectations.

You'll fail to see it exactly perfectly right, compared to your head.

You never knew something so dreadful, couldn't actually get worse.

Your mind, your fragile body... Sends a signal that it cannot handle this emptiness
Into the cosmos.

You feel absolutely no more pain.
But it is dark and lonely, as you are just as much VACANT.

You expected worse, and got what the real world can give you