How We Deal With Misery

|Impulses|

Impulses
by Lateria

One was contented in that nameless place, living in ignorant bliss. The Facade was the only downside, whispering lies, whispering nonsense. Conform for the sake of conformity? Bullshit.

And yet I still lived. Peacefully. Calm, drowning in fine print, never questioning my existence.

Until you, lost wanderer, came along and stripped all my security away. You made me think, made me wonder. Are my words, my actions, my thoughts, really my own? Or am I nothing but a mannequin?

How ironic. You were lost, trying to find yourself, and I was supposed to guide you through this void. But it seems like it was me who was really lost, and you are my only comfort.

Your words, sinfully free, have began to serve as my lifeline. Your presence, our talks, they began to be the only things that matter. And because of you, I've realized...

That this world was nothing but an illusion, even you. You have always said what I wanted and needed to hear, you have always comforted me. Yes, you are right, I am not mad. Though I couldn't read anymore, though nothing else made sense but you. It is not me who is mad, but the world.

Why must I conform to his rules? He is nothing but one of my delusions. Why must I conform? I made this world! I can destroy what I want, I can want what I want!

Your words brought me freedom, my dear delusion! My impulses shall be freed as you've always said!

And yet...

For.....give.....me.

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Based on the impulse ending of the game Alter Ego