I remember, I remember when empty thoughts crowded my mind. Like knots, they were knots tangled with each other. When life was just a mindless game of survival. Your only opponent, YOU. It’s like a poison, that slowly spreads through your brain, like a fog that doesn’t let you see clearly. When the death of one can seem so unimportant. You just walk around, like part of the crowd. But really no one knows the poison inside your head, how it’s ready to infect others too.704Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5zhg1WJAKX
That feeling of hopelessness, that moment when you realize just how terrified you are of yourself. Anyone can take advantage of someone whose mind is lost in the fog, anyone can use the poison to their advantage. How easily you can become a puppet and those smudges you see make you go insane. You become a lost puppy without its owner, the puppeteer couldn’t care less what happens to you. You’re already so done, dead, that’s ok. You can watch from behind what happens next. I think I remember, her name. The puppeteer, her name was…. Emily. Yes, that’s who. There were three others. I don’t remember who.
“So can you tell me?” Tell you what? What is it that you want? “She isn’t going to speak anytime soon, let’s just leave.” Wait, what? You can’t just leave like that, you can’t leave. “Hey! LET GO!” If you leave you’ll die. You need me to kill her. She can’t get away with what she did to me! She won’t get away with it! “Guys! Be careful, she’s hurt.” I’m hurt? No, she is, wait who is she? I remember, a castle. No, white. Yes white, don’t tell me the opposite.How it used to thrived with color, it’s white once more. A pretty black dress, I think it was white actually. “Tch, just ignore her. She wouldn’t tell us how to leave. I think she’s mute!” Mute? I can talk though, does she mean deaf? No, I can hear. I wish it didn’t though.
My soul, wasn’t it white? Why is it blank? No, no, nononono. Please not again, I don’t want to remember this again. Wait, stars, yes stars. Such a blur but I remember stars. “HEY! That’s mean, she is not mute, she is responding.” So shiny and… blurry. She taught me how to read stars, how kind. How people die they become stars. I dream that it is true, I wish on a star it was true. Mother was too kind to say no to him, such a sad tale that ended halfway. Now let me rest, I must find her.704Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwKHPTtcClS
