#realties

Most days I don't feel like existing, yet I do. Why, you may ask? Because the alternative would destroy the few people close to me. They are my living prison. I create, cannot destroy. A sentence never to be commuted. I always feel like living, but am never allowed to...I often wonder; does this just repeat endlessly in this reality or are things the polar opposite in another universe. Understanding too much is a burden I have not yet mastered. Perhaps I never will...I can only ponder...what they are typing right now, this second, in all those other realms. What indeed...the clicking of all those keys melting into some infinite hum cascading through the space between the seconds and spilling out into our dreams.

Это вам не какой-нибуть Curiosity

Это вам не какой-нибуть Curiosity