^{Why must it always rain when I'd prefer to be out doing the things that aren't this?} I assume the clouds will clear, now that I'm here.

Do you hit your space bar,

^{the hardest?}

Or is it the 'enter' key, you smash?

I've been writing now for what feels like two forevers, and one eternity.

You wouldn't know that though, just by looking at these words, so far. There is a history in existence beyond this realm of your current experiences. That's where I've been. Busy.

Always busy.

^{Never fearing the judge of the book cover.}

I was once told, in so many words, "If there was ever a place just for you, you'd succeed there."

Imagine being the only one inside of your own little world and being unsuccessful. Could that be defined as, hell?

"I see you're feeling trapped. You need to get out more."

No kidding.

If you had all the answers,

^{would your question marks lie?}

Will you keep them safe from the unknown known, or do you have something to hide?

Can the unheard sound of a tree falling in your forest of knowledge be seen if you're not looking?

What a strange twist.

Conquering fears

^{requires an army of one.}

"Why are you afraid of me," said me to myself in front of you, to add to the confusion.

What's hidden within is a secret no more, and no less.

Wandering through the halls of thoughts has led me here, where I remain, until I leave again.

Nothing can remove the past. It's not so bad.

There's no way of knowing where I'm going,

^{until I get there.}

The future looks bleak and sounds like now but in ten minutes from now, now will once again be history, in a flash.

But there's no turning back.

Everything about how I got here blends in with the rest of the haunting noise of the unforgotten past combined with an unforeseen future.

Soon,

^{you will begin to show your true self.}

No more hiding. That doesn't work when I know you're there, somewhere.

There. On the right, where you always show yourself.

I can see you.

They probably can't,

^{but I can see you.}

Who are you? Why are you inside of everything?

I didn't put you there.

And who are your friends?

I wasn't expecting company!

^{When will you leave me alone?}

I see a red whore and I want to paint it black!

_{What the hell are you!}

_{What the hell are you!}

_{What the hell are you!}

What the hell are you!

What the hell are you!

What the hell are you!

What the hell are you!

^Covered

And that,

^{was that.}

~fin~

Credits:All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me.
^{"Some kind of experimental form of entertainment combined with a wtf moment, I guess."}

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