Do you still remember the feeling of being nobody?
To be someone who could walk through the streets without having to worry about the people who would otherwise spare you barely a first glance?
I feels nice to be no-one, doesn't it. To be just another person without needing to be the person you're meant to be, to just simply exist without the repercussions from communities and societies spread around the world.
It didn't matter that all you ever wanted, all you really hungered for was for more people to hear your voice, for more people to understand the stories you craved to share, be it through music, paint or words. None of that really mattered.
Like medicine that has its side effects, the consequences of your actions are fated to travel through numerous ripple effects. What once completed you and cured you of your symptoms will be what drags out your pre-destined end.
It was never up to you whether all you got would be all you ever wanted.
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Random Drabbles and Stuff
RandomThese are, as the tile says - random drabbles and stuff I feel like writing, epiphanies, adumbrations. Yeah... Just thought I'd like to share some. Who knows.
