Dream SessionI was peacefully adrift, spinning softly amongst the halcyon scenery and fictitious settings that made me originally fall in love with the night, with its gentle respite. I was blissfully unaware of my state, dancing amongst nothingness with a calm heart and a calmer mind.Dream Session
My cognitions then cast me something that brought me to a sickening halt.
A lone wheelchair, caked with rotten yellow light.
I know I'm dreaming now.
Flesh-coloured walls rotting around it, around me, around the long bracken corridor stretched before me.
I can't wake up.
deafening silence and a m
Personal HellI'm awake... I'm alive. How unfortunate.Personal Hell
So here I am, it wasn't all a dream. A concrete cell, with a
fortified steel sliding door in between plated glass viewing
windows, bulletproof, soundproof, efficiently able to lock in my
insanity.
Wonderful spartan decoration, aside from that, there is nothing in
my pristine cell. nothing in my chest, nothing in my gut, nothing
but a burning pain and an infectious urge to kill and die, and as
usual, nothing up above but a man-made ceiling.
Well that's not completely concise, there is a solitary telephone, a short cor
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"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter"
-Martin Luther King Jr.
Click Me, Please
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"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter"
-Martin Luther King Jr.
Click Me, Please
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