I knew I could stop it. I could just stop myself from falling. Tell myself the Other Dael hadn’t just pushed me off the building. But I kept thinking, Can I die? I mean I always assumed I couldn’t. I mean I can’t kill myself. So why would someone else be able to kill me? I can’t get rid of these powers. I can’t kill myself. I can’t keep Wren from remembering. I can’t help Hadley. There were very very few things I couldn’t do. But the things I couldn’t do if I could do them I could fix this world. Mend the crack in space.

Oh there is the ground. Maybe just maybe I will die. If I die will it all fix itself.

***

I find myself pinning the Other Dael to the ground. Okay, so I am also fucking immortal. Yay.

blood

every war they fight

so much blood

it was addicting

the blood lust of these people

i became found of their wars

of their battles

of their fights

to the point where i helped them

helped them get there

if i am to live til i end the world

why not watch it burn along the way

the roads are always the same

always the same places

always lost

always pulsing with anxiety

always running late

the rich neighbors that don't exist

Julie and and

his name I never remember

there is always a monster

not always with a physical form

but it is there

how can my dreams of late always be here

why am I forced to confront a place

that doesn't exist

I hate it

let me go

let me get there on time

how hard is it to get out of a neighborhood

that my dream self lives in

aparently hard enough to torment me

Karma is a bitch, but always misses it target. This person who has unknowingly been playing me for years I cut ties with but I am the one left with the gaping hole that makes me feel invisible.

But maybe karma is a bitch to the right person. Maybe I am the bitch in this situation.

Yeah no.

when did I stop being real

when did i transfer out of your reality

was it back then

or is the fading in and out a recent thing

am i forgettable now

or have i always been forgettable

i can't make friends

cause i can't keep them

i become part of their lives quietly

and just as easily slip out

they don't remember my effects

they don't remember me

i remember them all

i remember them forgetting

they always forget

when did i stop being real

when did i transfer out of this reality

and into my own.

If you haven’t noticed recently I haven’t been active. I have decided to leave my Prose account for now as I am planning on putting more focus into my blog. I would like to thank everyone for the confidence you have all given me with my writing. So goodbye everyone. I now know that I really do have the power to make a difference. I wish you all the best on your journeys through life.

“Is it okay to talk to yourself?”

“You’re asking the wrong person.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t remember?”

“What do you mean?”

“I am you.”