You see enough bright colors, they all start losing their meaning, however that went. All these vibrant lights and stuff, meant to stimulate some sort of feeling, and you feel… nothing.
Not that it's bad, or tiring, or anything. It's just… no. Sometimes you can just face the sun and all you feel is… cold.
So to hell with it. To hell with all of it. If everyone else was gonna have their fun then let ‘em. You could go and be cold somewhere else.
Dark. Muted. Isolated. Yours. It was different from the.. the everything. The everything else. The outside. It didn't make you feel any less cold than the outside, not that much, but it was yours.
It was cold. Not that being cold was a bad thing. It was just.
When was the last time you felt warm? Wasn't it when-
A deep breath. No. Just… no. The good times were gone. There was no point in revisiting them, even if those were the last times you felt…
But what if you did anyway. Just a peek. A look.
You were still cold. But you weren't cold back then. Back when the good times were happening. But you were cold now. Don't you want to be warm? Don't you want to be warm like you were back then?
Don't you want to go back? Don't you want to look back, and see the faces from those good times?
Don't you miss them? Don't you miss how you felt? Don't you miss how you were in those moments? Don't you miss being able to reach out, to feel something, to to to to to to to
Lights. Many lights. Frightening, all encompassing, almost a deep plunge somewhere, or a sight of the world passing you by. You were no longer where you once were.
You let the air leave your lungs. Breathtaking. Quiet. But for once, the cold was nice. For once, the lights made you feel something. A promise of everything that wasn't. A promise away from everything that was. It felt liberating.
All you had to do was see the lights. All you had to do was take the plunge. All you had to do was accept the reach into eternity. To fall where you could never climb, eternally.
This was nowhere. And nowhere was better than somewhere. And to never be somewhere again, wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice, to never be somewhere again? Wouldn't it be nice, to never fall again?
Wouldn't it be nice, to never feel cold again?
Wouldn't it be nice, to let your breath slip away into silence?
Wouldn't it be nice, to finally let it all go?
Wouldn't it be nice, to be gone?
The good times were gone, but if you were gone, you could be just as gone as the good times, which would be a good thing, because that's the closest you'd get to feeling a good thing, being gone is a good thing, being gone is a good thing, being gone is a-
A ring, a gasp, and it was back to the darkness, where you finally remember how painful it is to breathe.
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