Fragmented · 11:11pm Feb 13th, 2019
Have you ever thought about a world that's exactly the same,
but you don't exist?
Everything is the same from people to the world itself,
and it all functions perfectly without you.
The thought terrifies me,
It terrifies me because it is true.
Our story is but one of many thousands,
and the world will not grieve if it end too soon.
Now imagine that it is not one world that would remain the same
but many worlds.
Worlds where what you have done,
where what you accomplished
remains,
but you do not.
Each world unmistakably linked
but at the same time...
fragmented
across something that separates everything,
Reality.
What are we but a simple collection
of Memories,
of Hopes,
of Dreams,
that will be lost when our time comes?
Be it from Time
or from our own arrogance.
Everything I did was to better understand something,
Something that was not meant to be understood.
I made a Mistake, one that I will not make again,
No matter who stands in my path.
that can be made into a story, but make the Maine protagonist watch the hole thing wile struggling to get back.
Those who read my stories know that not everything makes sense. I've given the clues yet none have pieced together what's happening. Perhaps one day someone will but until then the story waits.
Oh...
ok