>>84692044No, you don't get it.
Was it yesterday that we talked? will it be tomorrow that this last memory will fade? Will I be alone when the time comes? I can feel it in the back of my brain, I can identify how much the abyss is yearning for me, I wish to keep running but it's getting harder every passing second. One day I will finally lose it all, I will part with this thing that I call "ME"
In each corner I already see it, and it sees me. I ignore its voice as much as I can for now, but when it gets louder, I am shaken up by its vibration. I am at the brink of the end, but I am nowhere near having done all that I wish for. I might not make it in time, I noticed too late and I will see it all crumble in front of me if I were to believe that it might come true.
I wanted so much more than this, but I am rapidly deteriorating, I will part before any of what I made gets appreciated. Alas, this night I will also meet with my oracle of faith and talk with her about how much I reckon this to be yet another wonderful time spent.
...But I am sorry for whoever loved me on this world, as I am slowly being driven away, and deprived of my eyes, of my mouth, of my mind, of it all.
AND THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN AROUND ME DON'T HELP ME AT ALL
