There's a hole. I fell into it. I think I might be in here for some time. Waiting to be rescued. However, no one can stay in this hole for long, because eventually everything dies. Everything rots. All shall return to the earth.
There's a spell. It upsets my mind. It made me believe I was in a hole. I still do believe. I do not know who had done it to me. Everything is in slow motion. Breathing feels a challenge I must race. I want out.
There's the world. All shall suffer. All waiting for a rescue. All in a race, challenging themselves to compete. All shall eventually die, and rot, and return to the very ground they were raised to life from. All in all, without a reason.
Down, down, down,
The Hole I fall.
Round, round, round,
My head goes in confusion.
All, all, all,
Without a reason.
"Then shall he quickly hop into the showers of knowing, and beget himself all his desires.
What shall the point be, he wondered. All shall be mine, as mine shall be all forever no more.
Slowly, he ceases to exist. His reality chucked aside, as imagination governs the new world.
In time, only body roams the earth. Mind drowned in an everlasting hole of make-beliefs."
Let me out.
