#limbobur

There is only grey a platform, dusty and damp an old ash pile, next to a bench a train that never never stops never stops never stops and the red highlights He knows no one is coming and you can’t ever leave so the train will roll by forever

this place was not meant for you; the walls scream at you but you don’t want to scream back this place is a trap made of love-hate-pain but all you need is despair loss & memory  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎reality Jubilee is not your Hell but Hell it still is (I wish    ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I wasn’t‎     ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ here)

He is a fantasy of a memory of a dream He isn’t real He is real He is a doll and he is a useless husk and he is a shell of a person And he was alive and real and— and— he was n’t loved just a twice-dead ghoul that everyone forgot to love

You are the comfort of being sad and perhaps if you cry long enough you will melt into oblivion taking the pain away with you. His tears start clear, you know But he cries Blue

You are at the train station and you are all alone you are me and I am him and he will never come home / I am on the ground and he will not look up I make myself so small I hope I cannot be seen. / If he was never really a person then surely he cannot be dead? If he was empty, he couldn't be here‎  ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ?‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Jubilee

You are certain of one thing and it is this: Jubilee is everything (you’re not) and nothing and it will be your undoing.

Life after death and then death after life and still alive dead haunted

I'm just a ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎haunted ghost haunting a haunted place who is where who is you are dead / and death is Jubilee

ghostboy, ghostboy did anyone ever love you? or were you only ever used? ghostboy, ghostboy life was oh so cold to you you could never feel your toes you still can’t death  is as cold as life as you were always dead / ghostboy, ghostboy shadow   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎boy neverland    ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎boy the little prince is ephemeral

And I am at the train station he is at the train station and the train will never come ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎for him because ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎soon enough ‎ ‎ ‎ they will all    ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎forget ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ him

The train thetrainthetrainthetrainthetrain It runs  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎and runs And he is‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎melting sinking The noise‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎never changes ‎‎it. ‎‎won’t. ‎‎stop. And he is sinking ‎   ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎melting dissipating ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎into the never-forever‎‎‎more