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aca_rev55
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Secrets, secrets... we all have secrets. I have a secret, I have two secrets... I have many secrets.
Well, what would you call it? Remember, nobody said it had to make sense. It's like a creeping sensation, given thoughtfully by the cracked window... a draft. A cold, little chill that sends even the smallest of shivers up your spine, into your nerves, into your mind, into your soul. Unfortunate, though, there's no blanket to give you warmth from this Winter's devil... it's left solely up to you to wander in the darkness, alone, to patch up the cracked places. A few flickers of light will give you a brief vision of where you are... one quick glance at what you must accomplish to escape this dismal place. Are you frightened? You should be, you're all alone... people tend to fear being alone. Not you? Do you seek for solitude? Foolish to say the least, though I believe it's safe to say you have a rather naive perspective of loneliness. Loneliness is not being separated from other individuals, surely you joke to have this perception of the word. It does mean to be without another's company, to have no one to talk to, no one to confide in... No, the true meaning goes far deeper than that. *Imagine being in a world much different than our own, *A world where you are doomed to be lost in the fogs of despair, suffocated by the clouds of merciless dust that hang overhead. *The stars in the sky are no more than the bits of broken trust; shimmering eyes of glass that gaze down and pierce your heart with a rod of rusted hate.
You will find no comfort here, in this world of pain, just the shreds of your past, what used to be. *Here, you only think of today... yesterday is gone, and you forget tomorrow, for whatever happens tomorrow can not be too different from what happens today. *This is the world of loneliness. *The Spring rains pour down in sheets of acid, burning away all the hope you possess, melting away all the good from your eyes... you see no more. *Blinded by your constant sorrow, you feel nothing now... stranded in the land with no daylight, just the stars of glass and a frosted moon. You have no company here, deep in your mind where only dark thoughts loom. *You share your residence with no others, just the forgotten promises of tomorrow.
Picture youself now... in a stone, cold room. Four corners, no door... just a simple, miniature window placed strategically in a place where you, alone, could never reach it. Now, think back... remember the draft? This draft will be your downfall. Every breath you draw is a deathwish. Every step you take is a risk... every thought your mind possesses is your very own, personal, malevolent demon. Now, you are alone. Now, you are fearful. Hope does not exist here. You are trapped. You are doomed to suffer the most painful death. You will spend the rest of your dismal existence in this stone room, blind, deaf, and lonely... searching for your escape. Don't worry, your saviour exists... in the window. That small, promising little crack in the wall sending you those scarring shivers. But remember, you're alone. Millions of people surround you, but you are separated from them... you are in the world of loneliness. They can see you, but will never reach you. They can touch you, but will never help you. They can speak to you, but will never hear you. They're there, but You Are Not. The window is there, but You Can't Reach It. This is loneliness.
Well, what would you call it? Remember, nobody said it had to make sense. It's like a creeping sensation, given thoughtfully by the cracked window... a draft. A cold, little chill that sends even the smallest of shivers up your spine, into your nerves, into your mind, into your soul. Unfortunate, though, there's no blanket to give you warmth from this Winter's devil... it's left solely up to you to wander in the darkness, alone, to patch up the cracked places. A few flickers of light will give you a brief vision of where you are... one quick glance at what you must accomplish to escape this dismal place. Are you frightened? You should be, you're all alone... people tend to fear being alone. Not you? Do you seek for solitude? Foolish to say the least, though I believe it's safe to say you have a rather naive perspective of loneliness. Loneliness is not being separated from other individuals, surely you joke to have this perception of the word. It does mean to be without another's company, to have no one to talk to, no one to confide in... No, the true meaning goes far deeper than that. *Imagine being in a world much different than our own, *A world where you are doomed to be lost in the fogs of despair, suffocated by the clouds of merciless dust that hang overhead. *The stars in the sky are no more than the bits of broken trust; shimmering eyes of glass that gaze down and pierce your heart with a rod of rusted hate.
You will find no comfort here, in this world of pain, just the shreds of your past, what used to be. *Here, you only think of today... yesterday is gone, and you forget tomorrow, for whatever happens tomorrow can not be too different from what happens today. *This is the world of loneliness. *The Spring rains pour down in sheets of acid, burning away all the hope you possess, melting away all the good from your eyes... you see no more. *Blinded by your constant sorrow, you feel nothing now... stranded in the land with no daylight, just the stars of glass and a frosted moon. You have no company here, deep in your mind where only dark thoughts loom. *You share your residence with no others, just the forgotten promises of tomorrow.
Picture youself now... in a stone, cold room. Four corners, no door... just a simple, miniature window placed strategically in a place where you, alone, could never reach it. Now, think back... remember the draft? This draft will be your downfall. Every breath you draw is a deathwish. Every step you take is a risk... every thought your mind possesses is your very own, personal, malevolent demon. Now, you are alone. Now, you are fearful. Hope does not exist here. You are trapped. You are doomed to suffer the most painful death. You will spend the rest of your dismal existence in this stone room, blind, deaf, and lonely... searching for your escape. Don't worry, your saviour exists... in the window. That small, promising little crack in the wall sending you those scarring shivers. But remember, you're alone. Millions of people surround you, but you are separated from them... you are in the world of loneliness. They can see you, but will never reach you. They can touch you, but will never help you. They can speak to you, but will never hear you. They're there, but You Are Not. The window is there, but You Can't Reach It. This is loneliness.
