'Somewhere Else' by M.K. Blackwood
I woke up Somewhere Else
Knife in my hand, sand in my throat
And rolled over on the shore to see you there
Laying beside me with the rising sun on your face
A figure out of my dreams.
It made sense
Like the most natural thing in the world to have you with me
Will you honor me so to stay by my side
When the world ends for the second time?
When morning never comes again?
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Um, hi. I can't say I ever expected to be running a blog again. This feels so 'old internet,' haha. I didn't even realize Tumblr was still around!
It's been a while since I've had any social media, but my boyfriend suggested it as a sort of... ethical alternative to lethal feeding?
Er. Let me explain.
I'm not sure if the lot of you lived through the whole apocalypse thing or if you even remember. But I was traveling with The Archivist, and found out pretty definitively that I wasn't really human anymore either.
Basically, I eat fear? It sounds silly to type out like this, but the Institute would have taken it, so I'm gonna say it's enough for a bunch of strangers on the internet!
That in mind, actually, it's kind of amazing. I mean, it's awful, but it's interesting, if you think about it. The world we live in is more interconnected and yet more isolated than we've ever been. People spend time on the internet and sort of trick themselves into thinking they've socialized when they haven't, and don't bother to go out. They're all so glued to their phones that it's impolite to really make eye contact in public anymore.
Anyway! I guess this is your major warning for DPDR and, uh, themes of depressing, gothic, isolation stuff, I guess? If you like that thing, feel free to stick around. It helps me, so you can at least make your time spent scrolling, um... useful. :)
As for my DMs and ask box, they're open. I probably won't respond with anything meaningful, but. Think of it like... one of those ko-fi things! You spend a little bit of mental energy, and I get a fun snack.
God, any way I twist it, it sounds creepy. I'm just going to accept it, I think.
If you made it this far, thanks! I appreciate you.
Current mood: The Dog Days are Over by Florence and the Machine.
