Green-Shade66

In the far off roads, the far off trees, the far off skies, the far off caves, the far off towns there lies a place that is not a place, but yet is still there. It lurks around every hidden corner untouched by light and life. It hides behind every mask, and voice unseen by many and few. It stays where light and fire do not go or look or find. It is where everything goes once forgotten, lost in the depths of Chaos. It is where everything that once mattered no longer matters in this vast space. It is where everything unseen goes, and is never to be seen anytime. It is where everything neither the Heavens nor the Hells of the Earth wish to keep,

It’s a busy day today. Scientists are going about their business performing tests, security personnel are doing their job, and a peculiar man is moving through the halls. This singular building’s purpose is for research and testing. Who owns this building? A secret, international organization whose purpose is unknown to the general public. The top floor mainly consists of offices and office blocks. The middle floor contains testing chambers for...multiple purposes. The bottom floor is a sort of welcome center, has more labs, and more testing chambers; these chambers are less dangerous than the ones on the second floor. Beneath the

Comedy. Funny, exciting, joy bringing, positivity. Happy is there. Tragedy. Saddening, despair, death, negativity. Misery is there. Hate. War, disorder, anger, illogical. Rage is there. Lie. Falsity, blindness, light, silence. Seer is there. Truth. Reflection, acceptance, madness, sound. Speaker is there. Memory. Blood, mind, spirit, reliving. Hearer is there. Game. Fun, story, ocean, land...all that you could possibly imagine. Let the games...continue. Darkness… You wander blind and deaf, afraid of what might be out there. You perceive through touch and smell. You want to remember...remember your life, but you can’t; or maybe yo

--Someone speaks to you in a familiar tune...-- I know who you are, who you were, and who you will be… I know who you could have become, and who wouldn’t wish to be… I know you better than you know yourself… Do you think you can escape this awful reality? You believe you aren’t at fault, but you couldn’t have been more wrong… A seemingly harmless child in a realm full of monsters… A guard watching out for haunted suits… A man whose bent on purifying the world… A kid from a far off land depending on God… A broken man who lost so much, but loses more… A woman who once loved

Don’t you not believe what you don’t not see, Even though you don’t not know what is not there? Not everything is not true or not false. In this not world, you must not keep not lying to yourself. All cannot not be separated into not two groups. Like in the not light, this doesn’t not make sense.

All is well, Can’t you see? Countless numbers, countless names. Everyone fits somewhere, except for the ones who don’t. People are not fools, but must be treated as such. The world is there to see, not to figure out. There isn’t anything beyond the obvious senses. They don’t need to know what lies beyond. They only need to know what they are shown. Averages. Summaries. Normal. No matter what the others say, you must not listen to their lies. Countless lies, but we are the ones who show you the truth. Light is truth, darkness is lies. There is no boundary in-between. Everywhere you go, you must accept what we must say.

In this world, the strongest stay alive the longest. Why? Because. Because why? The reason is complex and goes much deeper. No one is truly at the top, at least not for long. So many fell from the top, and from the other stairs, though there are none. Absolute are the unspoken laws of stereotype, expectation, and court. None shall deny them. Those who do risk life, freedom, and self! Negative thoughts fill my your their mind, and the laws say they must be cleansed away, no matter the cost. In this world, the ones who stray are the ones trampled. The ones not yet trampled will be secured, and contained. To the closed, white room they go. The r

May I ask what you’re feeling? Am I the one to really asking myself? I don’t seem qualified to ask myself that. Do I not know myself? Do I know if I don’t know myself? Nothing to fear, except fear itself! Along with hate, joy, and all else. Everything is like this, so why shouldn’t me and you? So this mirror may be smashed, and we could be free. Stability is not an option, so the rooms of cushiony white we go. Don’t blame me for what I’ve done!       I didn’t mean it!