I’ve been away for way too long.. I’ve been there, I know how it looks like, I know how it feels like. and I know why..
When I came back here, there was nothing left for me.. There was nothing I can be familiar with, there was dust..
When I called for help, there was nobody to answer, and there was nobody there, so I left again..
And I came back again after time, and time, and time was all I got.. And time was not even real..
So if nothing is real, if time wasn’t here, where was I? Where was I when u needed me? Where were you when I called..??
And do even know how it’s like to be suffocated with your own breath? To be close to extin
guish by your own thoughts?
You know how was like to be there, but not to be there, and not to be here also?? Do you even have the slightest idea??
To feel the pressure of your own blood, like trying to pop out of your heart but not to have any feeling??
Do you?? Do you even know where to start if you are trying to look for something it isn’t there, and not to have any clue on what you are suppose to search??
Oh ..and the pressure between your ears. The loudness of your thoughts.. The sharpness of your sight.. the thunderstruck of your voice.. And all these, just in your imagination?
And if there are the only things you can touch and feel, where’s the rest.. What is reality if you cannot touch it?
What if everything is just what we create? What if there is a separate universe for all of us.. What if.. So..
As used to say.. I’ve been away. and now I’m here, I’m there, I’m not here and there.. I’m just..
So what if there is nothing.. What am I? Where have I been?? Why I have been away?
Should I take the red pill? Or should I take the red pill?? Or should I not take any of them.. But how can I touch reality?
How can I touch you? How can i feel you. if you’re not even real. But.. Am I real??And if I’m not real.. why the fuck there are so many I’s in this text???
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