"How did the story end?" people are gonna ask in the future, some people, close to you eventually.
I am the voice inside your head and that's how I know what yer gonna answer "With a fucking void in the middle of my chest that froze my body entirely while threatening to grow bigger and bigger until it destroyed us whole"
A hole that eventually grew smaller and after sleeping for a whole day and eating nothing but a toast with ham disappeared.
A hole whose phantom pain might haunt us for days to come, like that thing with the given job and the crappy winter.
After said winter hits tho a summer rain appeared, a rain that should give us some peace.
And the truth is, I do feel lighter, the spell is finally broken and I can live with that.
I don't know where we are supposed to go from here...but I have some ideas, the ideas are not about muses n sirens n women right now and that's good enough, it feels like good enough.
Whatever the future holds is actually a present enygma entirely and there is beauty in that.
The path is my own.
There are no more any S-Tier angel ruling it, there is no more storytelling to be preserved, there is only whole new stories to create starting on a new zero.
The idea should give us some confort and it does.
Does indeed.
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