"........."
the air is silent. the walls painted a rotting vintage yellow. i always see you lying down in that old, decaying sofa of yours. tell me, how long has it been since you left this room...? how long has it been since you went outside?
"........"
I don't... really know. I haven't left this place for as long as I can remember. I don't think anything is out there... I don't want to find out what's out there... The walls stand here, standing ever so tall. They observe each and every move I make. They're... the closest thing I have to a friend. They'll save me from harm's way.
"........"
...how about the views and sights you used to love? the trees you used to stare at lovingly while you pass them by? the sight of buildings awash in the colours of the sun? the view of green pastures reaching miles ahead? don't you miss seeing them? wouldn't you want to glance at them just once more...?
"......"
I'm... not too sure. It's been so long since I've been out there...
"......"
i hope you don't mind me asking but...
"would... you like to go outside?"
discord. march 9, 2021. 12:29am.
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Old Snips (a collection of old writing)
РазноеThis is just an old collection of writing I did from way back when. Putting them up here mainly for archival purposes. Feel free to gawk, feel free to stare. 🌥
