pirateprince

All night long falling thru darkness in the dream realm. Images like shattered stained glass swirling around me. No end, no gravity, a void of formless phantoms. At first I tried to comprehend the chaotic adventure, but soon I just became content with the sensation of endless descent.

Now I awaken to a world all too familiar. Our universal contribution of belief allows this manifestation, but I have fallen further than ever, and have no plan to return. I have been waiting for this, when isolation would break me, and I am myself again. Nothing in my way but a few words and decaying flesh. Empathy is all that has interfered with my honesty, and let it be known, I have no time to care about you.