[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Random.WhatTheMorningBrought

What was it? That horrible feeling that not only consumes, but engulfs in such an unforgettable way as to destroy even the possibility of experiencing anything else in those moments. Happiness? Comfort? A moments rest? HA! All are but hopes for a time far from the time when it holds you. When does it end? Now that, I wish I knew.
But it tears at you, scream at you, rips you into the tiniest possible shreds of yourself making you doubt even the 'absolutes' that you thought never to question. this is not only relative, but fleeting, tired and ultimately useless to you. Or rather... what's left of you. The only thing you could even fathom is true is that in some way you are alone, apart and overall so far distant from anyone and everything as to be essentially lost from the world. Almost like you only a mistake. Only meant to be erased. Only created by a lapse in judgement. All this because of a torture that seems to never end.
And yet, the end is the last thing you realize. You simply stop in the eternity of moments that last for are ultimately nothing, but that feel as though time had never passed before them. The end is all but what makes sense. How can something that began without warning end just as suddenly? It doesn't strike you that it should, that it could or that it was even possible in your wildest dreams. Only the destructive silence of internal screaming comes to mind during those moments. Not the end of them.
What was it though... really? Just my imagination? My subconcious? Was it even me? No... it was something. Something that needed to tell me something. It had to be... right?
I don't know. I probably never will. All I can hope is that I'm wrong. Wrong, so that whatever horror it wanted me to know, never happened...


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