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I stood at the corner of a traffic stop Crying into my phone “I’m scared I’m panicked I’m all alone.” Caught sight of a face I wanted to forget Drowned in the feeling of regret I didn’t ask You didn’t hesitate Four minutes. It took you four minutes to run to me And now I can’t un-see You standing at the corner of a traffic stop
How Could I Possibly Be Worth The Head Rush?
Today something new is going to happen. You don’t know what exactly, But apprehension grips your heart like a vice. Perhaps you’ve forgotten something; A birthday, Library fees, Student loans… Yes. That’s right. You are a student. You have never attended a single course, But you are a student nonetheless. We are all students in the end. Today there is no class to attend, No lesson to learn, No due dates to stress over; You have no need for such things when you live your life like this. Like one of them.
How Will You Pretend?
This is your life now. Mundane. Repetitive. Sane. You go about your day as you have done for what seems like forever. You don’t remember what was before then. You don’t remember what it was like being a child. You don’t remember your mother’s voice. You don’t remember.
What Will You Remember?
As time passes in this place The rate in which you forget is growing rapidly faster, At this point, You must have all but forgot about me. That’s okay. I won’t forget you. You’ll be safe here with me, forever. It looks like our time here is almost up. The stars must fall for a greater star to rise. Your time has come. Are you ready?
What Will You Forget?
Today you are a star. Not the bright shining stars you see on the television, The distant kind. The stars that are faraway and cold, That are bright to the eye but already dead. The intangible. You weren’t always a star, Just like you weren’t always a person. It’s strange isn’t it? Being nothing, And then being everything. I wonder if you ever remember who you used to be, Or if it’s a passing thought in the whirlwind of your mind. Whatever the answer is, I expect you’ll find it soon. It’s not like you have much time left anyways.
How Will You Spend It?
Still, hope is never lost. There are still those who believe, Who trust in the will of the gods; Who, in times of trial, Seek out the fleeting figures in the woods. Not unlike yourself. Tell me, Mortal, What exactly has landed you in these lands? Foolishness? Depravity? Or was it maybe… The will of the gods?
Hope Is A Human Ideal.
And so it follows, The deities that once openly roamed the land had gone into hiding, Never straying too far from their temples. Temples that had once been lavished and decorated, But were now worn and decrepit with age. They had been long since abandoned for the newer local churches. Time goes on. People forget. They forget about the gods that walk among us And the lost temples in the woods. They forget about the monsters, Opting instead to become monsters themselves. It is the way of the world we live in.
Forgetting Is A Human Coping Mechanism.
