Believe it or not, I used to have a family. A mother, a father, a sister. I often forget that I lost them, I was so desperate. And equally as often I count the stars in the sky and wonder who among them are watching?
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Is there really a point in narrating my own loss? Am I losing my grip? Maybe I'm just one of many copies of myself and the family I remember isn't even my own. How would I ever know?
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Sometimes I see myself falling again, like the nightmare I suffered from forever ago. I feel myself gone, dashed against stones, and replaced with something new. God I wish I could elaborate my brain won't stop seizing. I looked into His eyes
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He is nothing but everything, a black pinhole in the sky, a throbbing oozing black cyst on reality. A blight in spirit and physical. He is God unlike any other before
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God, Liar of Opulence, Obsession of Malice
The Gloom huh? Something tells me that this isn't the typical human emotion you are talking about here, if it is indeed you that is speaking in the instances of binary.
ReplyDeleteNice throwback by the way, been a while since someone's hauntings featured a good ol' binary code, going to leave the coded parts a mystery, those who will want to translate it for themselves can easily do so in their spare time.
But dearie me, where are my manners? Allow me to welcome you back dear Puppet, in our previous comment exchange, you made a promise to cut your strings. However, I fail to see the progress towards the promised destination, so allow me to offer you a bit of sage advice from yours truly.
Stop thinking about what you had, it's all gone buddy, dead and rotting in the ground somewhere and the more you think about it, the more you embed yourself into the same ground. Want to be free? Well then, time to let go of the past, it's never coming back, it is only a distraction now.
I have witnessed countless of people in your situation (albeit the circumstances being a little different, obviously), people who would frequently forget who they are, people who's memories were not their own, who's memories were replaced and the result of such a revelation upon their psyche.
Some rolled over and died, of course there will always be those that are weak. But a good majority of them pressed on, either seeking the real answers, or just ignoring the revelation altogether for the sake of survival, or something more valuable, in the end they all pushed forward without looking back. Obviously they all met their demise, but at least they did it on their terms.
If the Clock is ticking back, then I think it's time to break the clock altogether, don't you?