I don't think I exist anymore. There's something seriously wrong with me. I'm wasting away, becoming nothing except an annoying hallucination, or an object of hatred. There's nothing left I can do. Everything feels like Jacob's Ladder. Just, the twist will never come. I never died because I never lived. I was never there to begin with.
Literally nobody ever even messages me anymore. People just ignore me. I don't exist in anyone's mind unless I am there to be observed. Does that mean that I actually have any stable existence? How does that make any sense? I'm less than yesterday, lesser still than the day before. No remaining individual aspects. Nothing.
Originally posted by Wonder Man
The beauty of life. This is how everything can turn out if you choose.
Before reading the fine print, I thought that was a pic from the Luray Caverns in Virginia. Been there three times, really neat and beautiful what nature and time can create.