The clouds drift slowly, luminating across a violet sky in vibrant flamingo. He watched their movements across the etheral heavens, shuddering with weakly controlled tears as they inobediently flowed quickly and freely across his cheeks- A debt of silenced pain and lonliness he didnt know how to repay until now.
Choking and gasping, years of forgotten wounds rupture as his last shield shatter under the claws of Depression. It was hard, keeping leash of it- Smiling and living life the same as everyone else around him did- Chasing dreams, doing work, keeping a look out for Him, while going home at night to take off a crumbling mask as he lay in bed silently hugging his bolster to sleep, imagining it was Him that he was hugging, wishing that everything in the perfect world that existed in the realm of his mind would transcend impossible borders into reality. He hated everything in life- Hope is truely soul wretching. It would kill you if you believe in it hard enough.
It is with such thoughts that he lose conciousness and wake up to another day of Hell.
He doesnt understand the reason he exist, constantly believing that Death would save him soon enough from a world he feels so foreign. The same world he believed that someone made a wrong courier delivery and delivered him here into the arms of a globe of wax figures- Real looking enough, but never actually there to make you feel like you aren’t the only person living in this place.
The cycle repeats daily, monthly, yearly. Bringing him one step closer to the day he departs.
Its close now. He can feel it. His corpse is ready for the taking.
