Overdeveloped truth, underwhelmed openings. Hilda would stumble across the gateway to an unknown world in which he would never be the same… upon entrance he would be greeted by an avatar in the form of his deceased mother. Tears overflowing he would realize that the world is much bigger than he would ever imagine.
Journal Entry - October 17th
Darkness engulfs my mind, twisting reality into a sinister dance. My once peaceful sanctuary, this journal, now harbors the echoes of my fragmented thoughts. The pen trembles in my trembling hand as I try to capture my descent into madness.
I am trapped within a labyrinth of delusion, where shadows whisper secrets only I can hear. They taunt me, their ethereal voices mocking my sanity. Paranoia gnaws at my soul, as if unseen eyes watch my every move. I am a prisoner of my own mind, shackled to an existence plagued by hallucinations.
The pages of this journal bear witness to my torment. Words, once coherent and rational, now morph into a twisted tapestry of confusion. The ink bleeds, mirroring the chaos that consumes me. Each sentence, a desperate plea for clarity, but the abyss of my psychosis devours them whole.
In this distorted reality, faces distort into grotesque masks, familiar voices twist into malevolent whispers. The boundaries between dreams and waking moments blur, leaving me in a perpetual state of unease. I cannot trust my senses, for they betray me at every turn.
Fear coils around my heart, squeezing it with icy fingers. The line between fiction and reality disintegrates, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty. I question the authenticity of my own existence, wondering if I am merely a pawn in some malevolent game.
This journal, my faithful companion, has become a vessel of my unraveling mind. Its pages, once filled with my hopes and dreams, now harbor the twisted manifestations of my psychosis. I am both the author and the protagonist of this haunting tale, unable to escape the narrative that unfolds within.
As I pen these words, I cling to the fragile thread of rationality that remains. But I fear that soon, even this sanctuary will crumble, leaving me lost in the abyss of my own psyche. The journal, my only confidant, bears witness to my descent into madness. And with each passing day, I fear that I am losing myself, one page at a time.
Having finally understood the gravity of the situation, he let go…
His friends, peers, coworkers, all of them can grasp the visions he was seeing the true thousandfold and behold him. His heart did feel ready to burst the anguish but he wanted nothing more to have it stopped.
He knew the center of his heart he would have to do this alone frayed worried scared there’s only a matter of time for him to brave forward this was his path… For this with us destiny…
Among all of the great lands I have had traveled none have scaled in heart and health of our great kingdom. Our citizens are proud brotherly and devout to the kingdom. Many have laid their lives defending, building and farming for our kingdom all of which of strengthened our walls and our hearts. Among the many deserving praise our kingdom folk are deserving of, I am here with the highest of honors. On this day, we shall proclaim universal amnesty for all.
I heard a rumor that there would be a very different sort of circumstances when the world would end
I heard a rumor that enlightenment was your birthright
I heard a rumor that you are beyond fear and depressions,
I heard a rumor that you are worth all of the weight and love in gold
I heard a rumor that you are beyond sadness and fear
I heard a rumor that gods love is in you
How dare you! I’ve been working through this for months and here you are telling me how I should think and feel.
It doesn’t matter, if you know it’s finished why are you still stressing about it.
How could you dare! Have you ever lost a baby?
Look it’s clear that it was hard, but holding onto this is only causing pain.
I’m not like you, I’m honest with myself and the shit in my life.
Marty’s been doing a lot less complaining recently, I mean wow could this guy can rant!
“Honey make sure we have this! The lawn won’t get done unless we have this lawnmower! Why won’t this scratch ticket pay out!”
The past two months he’s been a mellow soul. Calm as can be, somewhat distant though. He goes off two, three, days a week to meet his buddies at the docs.
I come to find out that he bought himself an entire boat!!
Okay if that’s how this game is played, he forgets who has access to his bank account.
Let’s go ahead and buy 50 thousand pink teddy bears. That’ll place a nice dent in his account.
Hahaha!
High above the mountain seem there lies a girl of lore
Some may think she does not live, but a legend is a store
It is once said that she is caretaker of the land oh big and high
Without her lovers heart and without her watchful eye…
The land with swell, crack and break as everyone will die.
