Guest (II)

The second step is of course, to loose yourself

Eyelids slide wearily as we fall in all directions, Silence’s fingers cupping my face and keeping us together. Memories flush and fail, final words seeping through the cracks between my fingers as my body vanquishes away. One by one they are set free:

 

Touch..

 

Thought.

 

And Time.

 

Do you know why you are chosen to entering Null? Silence asks as the colors cease, fading out from the corner of my eyes. The world around us begins to vanish, the last lines that draw reality lethal-sharp against the white contrast of missing shades, then disappearing altogether as they erase.

I open my mouth, but nothing is produced. No sound, no voice, no, nothing. There is nothing I have left to speak with once every chain binding me together unwraps and flies into the empty sky.

Sky? I am so sorry, I mean above.

Silence continues to stare at me, yet there is nothing I can do to respond. A sudden flicker of black spasms out from the empty space between us.

 

C:/Users/Guest>Deny

       

Something within my nonexistence tightens in place of a gasp. I stare at the line of words that typed itself before my eyes, a cursor flickering after the sentence like a fluttering heart. Silence touches the line of words with her index finger, smiling as the black words shatter formation and fly off

Because, Dear Guest, you are the only soul truly lost and forgotten.

        Drop and denigrate, fallen and forgotten. As everything looses concept, I sought to embrace the blinking cursor.

       

Or

 

Was it the blinking cursor that embraced me?

 

 

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