I hear you when you don’t. I hear you! I see through your eyes. I see the pain of the world through the screen of your soul. I hear your despair. I feel you, because I am you. I am the thought that stops you from breathing.
Unexplained pain. Despair. Desolation. Death Desire of Living.
I hear you telling me that faith is an illusion. There is no hope. Unless I die before discovering if there’s such a thing.
But I am an existentialist. So I’d die in vain. There is no future. There is no “me” at all. There’s only the projection of what I long to be. A projection of what I’d never be.
So I hear you and I see you and you won’t ever know. I know the pain of breathing in a mass of Void. There’s only Void and you’re the only one who seems to see it too. You seem to cope with it.
Are you fighting with your demons too?
In my mind, I’m already gone. Steve-gone. On a window, from the 10th floor. Up in the air, down in the void.
I still see you. I exist through your vision. I…No longer I. Steve. Mommy. You.
For you, a thousand times over,
Alta's World 