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Journal Entry Meme
☢ - A day my muse felt incredibly bad on, because they let themself down in some respect (e.g. they failed at something they tried very hard for).
???? – 12:04 AM
It is damp in here, the chill never leaves my bones. It has been weeks since I last saw my captor—the scientist. I still recall the room that I was ‘rescued’ from and the scent of smoke lingers on my clothes. It will soon be replaced with the earthiness I am surrounded in.
The color red I have always detested and yet it burns behind my eyelids, unrelenting to the horrors that room bathed in the color gave me. I am not unfamiliar to torture. I have dabbled in it and observed unmercifully at my own captors as they pleaded for their freedom.
But I did not beg, I did not falter and my reward granted me this cavern where there is no ladder for my freedom. Through all I have endured I am feeling myself slip. I never believed in karma, I never really felt luck played into it as well but I am beginning to have my doubts. The only time in my life that I second guessed my actions—my thoughts was when I was a mere teenager.
I feel as if I am reverting to that time—utterly vulnerable with only my mind to speak to me. The dripping of water has escalated, I sense that soon the monsoon season will be upon us. The world is vibrating with a cruel cacophony, flooded with the thoughts my mind has bled. I am a prisoner to the noise inside my head, held captor by a tide that never ends.
But it is the noise that makes me human.
