Naomi's P. O. VLife had a very funny way of making you grow stronger, you know. It would strip you off things that you needed the most, and leave you stranded, or hanging by loose threads to it, like a fucking over used puppet. It was the same case with my life; I had become nothing but a rag doll, playing in the silly theater called life, an actor in a large game of the world. Hate the game, don't hate the player, they said. But in my case I just couldn't help but hate both. It must've been the day time again, or perhaps night. I didn't know any longer, considering that I had lost track of time, a very, extremely long while ago. I now existed in an unknown plane, at an unknown time, probably unknown to the world. It should have bothered me, that I was probably unknown, and most likely forgotten by the world on the outside, but it no longer did. It no longer stung like it did, a few years back. But then again, it might not have had been years. I might've just been reliving the
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