You wonder why death scares me so much? It’s very simple.
There is no afterlife. Not yet. The only thing left are memories and your creations.
I will be forgotten maybe just a little quicker than I’d like. In the torrent of creation the Internet spawned, all my work is lost even if it was of any quality.
They’ve all stopped listening because I stopped producing. I only have myself to blame.
But what else is new? Would I be much better off if I ever got beyond that impasse?
Great. Creating yet another couple supernatural killers. One walks through walls; the other slows down the flow of time. Darkness has pervaded my only creativity. I now reside in a pit of despair. Almost convinced nothing can change. Because in my world, nothing ever does. My brother may be the only wild card. But he’s not very reliable.
Who do I have to kill to change my personality? Nah that won’t work. The only thing stronger than my id is my superego.
I want to make a stand but I’m so paralyzed.
Hmm. I think I have to tear down the wall from Pink Floyd.
1 comment:
I think if wild cards were typically dependable, they'd cease to be wild cards. Not meant to be a comment on your bro; it's just a general observation.
Happy Holidays, mate. If not happy, then stress-free and vaguely interesting. That's sort of the theme I'm going for.
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