The truth has always been

No Suns to fill the black hole, no stars to gaze that hasnt been seen.. No secrets that hasnt been told.. Is this how you play with reality? You make it into a fantasy.. By not feeding it you eventually knows it wont shot a starlight across a wast space, by making it into reality of my fantasy you know it will wither and eventually vanish.. You showed me what i looked like in the mirror, and the question i heard from you;" How did this happen? " I climbed a rope of between for so long, im gonna jump off for a while.. Im not sure i will come back, but i realized this truth.

"All life is Precious"


Thats the truth you always been missing.

All the times ive read that you hoped i would crack, all the times ive seen you say, "He will eventually crack, his reality is shattering into pieces, and you never had an idea i maybe knew?"

You think you are invisible.. All the ways you used to try to confine me in one universe, im not interested anymore..

I never fell, even though you always hoped.

a reply to: kumiho

well then, that was, uhh morbid, sad. think there might be some kinda line somewhere with using real death in art....