Afternoon.
I got up, out of the bed.
I washed my face, left side, then right side.
I ate breakfast, the same as yesterday.
I watched TV, the same program as yesterday. It is a recorded tape.
I played some games, the same as yesterday.
I clicked some buttons, they clicked back.
I brushed my teeth. Left, right, left, right, a hypnotizing pattern, the exact same as yesterday
I went to bed. I closed my left eye, then the right. I pulled the bedsheet closer.
I am at peace, I did all of the steps correctly. I am okay,f̶̧̰̦̦̩̘̜̘̲̫̀͛̀̔͐̔̌͆̃͑͆͋̌͛̅̕o̴͔̭̙̦̫͔̼̖̜̗̘̲̥̯̗̽̽͂͌̍̚͜ͅr̷̠͚͇̳̞͇̫̱̹͚̥̻̊͝ ̸̢̪̫̻͔̥̜̳̤͇̗̹̺̫̋́̒͊̍̏͝ń̷̝̟̾́͂̓̚͠͝o̸̢͍̦̲̫̞̬͌ͅw̵͙̻͎͉͓͉͙̗͚͉͍̐.

Melancholic Afternoon

The things that make you laugh, the things that made you cry, the things that have always been there, the people that you will never see again
is it... worth it ?

Am I a burden ?

I look at him from across the crowded place.
He looks back, time stops.
I lost him, where did he go ?
I lost him, where did he go ?

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I finally found him, behind the building, near a dumpster.
He was... crying ? I go over. I don't hear the car coming from the right.
The light, oh god the light gets closer.
I turn towards the right, the headlights reflecting in my dilated pupils.

Sorrow for the living.

My life flashes before my eyes. I see the times I was happy, I see the times I was not.
But it doesn't matter.
I am at the best I will ever be
I never break
I never bend
I never flinch
I had hardships, but I stood tall
Not a small stream but a whole, furious, ocean.

Bachbop

I wake up in a dimly lit room.
Above me is foliage, so much foliage. Am I in a forest ?
Where am I ?
Who am I ?
A small bumblebee lands on a flower. I steal it, stomp on it with rage and rage.
Why ? Why ?
As the little body is smushed to a pulp, I cry, and cry, and cry, I never stop.
It's gone, all of it. Why ?
Who am I ?

Drear

As I walk my way through the dense forest, I find a dimly lit cave.
Inside is a faint candle. Around it, are thirteen ang̴el̵ statues, in a circle. Their marble hands are covering their eyes and... tears ? are flowing between their fingers.
1721.
1721...
Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ?
T̷̡̖̝͇͕̟̫̣̳̩̞̻̬̗̪̮͍̮̜͉̬͙͎̙̘̯͉̥̮̳̩̣͖͒͒̆̇̄͊̇͑̑̀͌͑̾̓̆̓̊͆̀̽̓͌̇͗̈́̉̓̇̔̽́͌́̐̄̆̿̇̈́͘̚͝͠͠ͅh̶̡̗͙͖̰̝͇̠̩̞͓̮̦̓͗ę̴̡̧̢̱̙̫̱̱̻͖͕͕̰̻͚̥̜̪̘̭͖̹͙̭̜͔̲͎̪̣̤̩̗̦͎̻͚̠͎̬̓͋̔͒͋͋͒͒̀̒̏̂͌̓̇̓͊̐͜͝͝͠͝͝ͅȳ̷̢̨̠͙̠̲̘̬̤̪̩̠͎̬͎̥̬͔̠̩̋ ̶̧̧͔̭͙̮̦̞̪̝̯͖̮̜̠̙̦̲̙̻̺͈̬͓̤̟̠̝̙̼̟̳̱̫̖͖̬̻̳̭̫͎̈́̊̃̇̓̍͑́̾̍͒́͛̓͛́̄̓̆̈́͆̊̈́͛̆̈́͋͒̕͜͠͝͠͝͝ͅa̸̧̡͍͙̝̯̘̲̪̠̍͗̇̇͆͂͐̽̀͊̈̓͛͊r̸̡͙͓̬͚̪̖̖͔̗̤͙̖͚̞̪̬͈̳̜̠̪͖͌̌̔̿̅͋̎͛̈́̀̃͆́̓͌̊̆̽̀̔̐̌͌̽͒̽̈́̾̇͒̓͘͘̚̚͘͜͝͝͠ͅe̶̛̙͈͖͈̲̯̻̼͍͍̱̹̣̫̫̩̲̘̙͆̌̐̇̊̀̂͂̂̾̿̍͊́̎̇̍̅̒̎̂̄̃̎͂̔̈́́̿̉͒̋̃̍́́̒̈́͆́̚̚̚̚͝͝͠͝ ̶̧̹̰̫̥̥̤̤̬̼̺̩̔̅́͗̆̄́̈́͜n̵̢̡̧̛̼̭̞̥̰̜͙͖̭͙̟̖̪͕̺̦͕̯͙͖̂̃͛͊̀̋̈́̈́̀͛͆͑́͌̿̅͆͛͑̇̈̑̀̇̌̐̾̓͑́̂͒́̔͒̆͒̀̀̒͝͠͝ǫ̴̢̛̘̥̗͎͓͕̗͎̪̜͎̰̬̯̞̝͍̥̙̼̱͎̮̫̲̪̯̺͂̽͐̾̏̎̾́̒͜͜͜͠t̷̘͚̝̳͉̘̭͔̳̳̱̦͓͇͍̠̠̔̈́̉͋͜ ̷̢̢̨̧̨̛̤̘͙̠̠̰̺̖̗̩̱̰̰̠͕̩̟̮̯͕͇̝̞̦̤̩͕̜̞̞͔̦̻͎̥̺̰̠̮̻͖̆͊̊͂͌͗̏́͗̔̎̌̌̎͌͆̽͋́̋̄̎̌̀̑͂̀͒̐̽͑̓̅̇̈̍͊̀̉̓͘̚̚̕͠͠͝ͅͅͅh̸̢̡̡̢̨̡̡̨͖̲͙͎̩̤̦̺͙̩͕̱̫̣̝̼̫̱̘̤̭̟̰͇͙̹̲̠͓̗͕̬̱͕͖̳̖͙̘́́̿̋́̔̌͐̋̐͌̓͑̾̈́̃́̾̈̂́̿̆̾͆͒̔͂͘͘̚͜͜͝͠è̴̡̛̛͓͔̙͍̤̠̭͇̗̜̬͈̝̰̥͍̞̘͈͎̃̓̿̿͆̇̍̿̏͋̾̀̑͑̌͐͐́̅̓̋̀̊͊̾͛̄̌͗̔̏̈́͛̾̃͑̈́͐̈́͘͝͝͝͝͠͠͠ͅr̵̨̨̛̛̩͎͕̣̬̪̪̜͓͇̮̞̥͕͔̹͕̘͉̭̳͖̝̮͍̗͎̭̯̖̱̯̫̦̱͔̺̩͗̒̇͒͋͐̐̈̈͛́̎͒̋̓̀̂̾̏̎̄̔̀̋̉̉̈́̈́̓̅̀͑̃̎̔͊̚̚͘͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͠͠e̷̡̥̜̪͓̯͉͔͖͍̮̺̼̜̹͕͇̻͉̝̜̝̮̾̿̀̒̋̏́̋̇̈́̾̓̚̕͝ͅͅͅͅ

Memento

The forest cleared up on a small beach. On it was a small foldable chair and what looks like half a drink in a glass.
I lay down and relax, letting my worries soar away with the gentle breeze.
The burning sunset slowly dips its heels in the luminescent water, putting me at ease.

Lotus Bossa Nova

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