You begin noticing details you never did.
Remembering things you thought were gone.
You think of names and faces long gone.
Fuck.
Everything begins to feel surreal as you look around trying to make some kind of sense out of your surroundings.
Out of this sick joke that is 'life'.
Life?
I may be alive but I have never felt more... Dead.
You smile thinking about your childhood and all you have been through.
Thinking of all these abstract tools of death you could use to make nonexistence your new reality.
But theres this wall, one I have never truly seen before.
Sure I've felt it in the past. When I tried those few times.
But I had never seen it with my own eyes.
Not the way that I was seeing it now.
Here.
I wanted over. I wanted this to end.
I feel like I've been here for beyond long enough.
The architects haunt me.
YOU ARE READING
letters assembled.
RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.
