Something...Across the center of the lake there’s a bridge. I crossed it years ago. Since then it has been closed for safety. You can still cross it though if ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ˢʰᵒʷˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ
I thought about visiting this place today, but I couldn’t bring myself to go. It’s not as it once was.
This place reeks of self destruction it’s heavy with the weight of loss. The bridge, the forest, the lake. It is a place of devouring, a monster out in the open, ignored by everyone not already aware of it.
I want to walk there now. I want to scream that I *AM*! I will consume, I will not *be* consumed. It is so close but I cannot go. I know it will not believe me.
I’m not sure what I am anymore. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. Forever is too long. Time has become meaningless but that place never really changes. I can taste it in the air, the vile tang of death that permeates its hated shore.
I know some day I’ll cross that bridge again. There is no such thing as destiny. No such thing as fate. I will make the choice to cross it. I will offer myself to that monster in desperation. I will seek it with arms open and screaming until I gasp for breath and scream more and more and the smell of ozone fills the air and blackness descends and the sky burns with unholy fire and the water is black as oil reflecting me. ME. ME.
I hope I see It that day. I hope It sees me.
I know that It won’t
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Im over at jorts.horse now@something how can you be alone when I can sense Something right next to me?
@ItsJenNotGabby thank you Jen. I often feel the most alone around people