My Thoughts

Waiting room

I'm in the waiting room for death. That's what life is. Sat in a sandbox of a world allowing you to explore and get attached to people and things you want to take through your transition to whatever is on the other side. A painful transition but one that is worth stopping having to withstand this place.

Some people may believe this place could be called heaven. As you get to meet who you want and enjoy yourself. If this place is heaven I feel bad to the sick fuck that manages to dig his way deep enough to hell. If this is heaven and I still find myself crawling back to my bedsheets and my phone allowing me to relax and cry out about my feelings every day to the point where I doubt people think it's my thoughts or a cry for help but instead just something for them to read and enjoy.

I think this is hell. Easily. And those glimpses of hapiness are just the devil taking a coffee break to sip on the tears he's extracted from billions across the globe into the biggest mug the world's ever seen with a resistance to the violent toxic tears that radiate from each person. One wrong action or word can end that glimpse of happiness for you. One person that has got it better than you that has been dragging you from the dark abyss can give up with one tug of you bringing them down. One word can end something you've been preparing years for. One wrong answer. One wrong action.

One wrong person.

One wrong person can stop an entire system. One wrong person can stop relationships. One wrong person can stop the most powerful and healthy groups of people. And yet. It's still just, one wrong person.

Let me ask you a question before you stop reading this and allow yourself to leave my world where I control everything back to yours where you have the illusion you have none yet you control everything. Have you ever done that, Been that one wrong person? Or had one wrong characteristic that people absolutely hate about you?

I have.

Now go back to your illusion. Go back to what you believe is yours. Go back to hell. Stop listening to my cry for help and release yours.

Goodnight
Absolutely no-one.