There's something deeper in everything that happens to us. Something further hidden in subtle terms than anything we will ever see. So few are ever aware of what goes on in the worlds around them that it tends to be at least a little shocking. To me, anyway. I had words for it once, but it's been so long; I fear my words have been stolen from me. A simple explanation for such a heinous crime.
Instead of masking meanings and piling riddles atop one another, allow me to set something out for you. A story of times before and after, of Here and Now no matter where or when it is to be read.
We all live in a sort of self-built construct. Imagine a room, if you will, filled with smoke and blue light, and full of people. Some are clothed in the maddest of outfits, while others are simply there. Some are bound to others, some run free. The free agents touch none but affect all. This is where we all should focus.
You live in this world every day, where the shadows are comfortable and the light of truth brushing over your skin burns. Here in the bluebright that makes the people around you look dead or deadly; betrayed or willing to betray. It's all slowly driving you mad and you may not even be aware. But some are. In the end, only those who are afraid to feel and get close are the ones who understand the only ultimate truth. You will never be happy, because you will always want more.
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