꧁꧂ 22 07 10

to let oneself gets addicted to comfortness and indifferences. profound traits of self-conscious Nothings, and their emergences are something that cannot be avoided from the current narrowed angle of visions of us all. to break and leap the invisible wall, and somehow reveal the mechanical gears that have been undertaking our rotating flat clock-like plane, responsible for our pale days, is another different kind of story to be explored. those labels that have been rooting in our veins, are spread comfortably in-between our blood cells. sitting in silence while governing our collective minds and perspectives about things; a silent, comfortness that feels comfort inside of unconscious mortals.

they boil down into a single tendency of leaning over something regardless of their counter-impact. self-conscious Nothing-mortals seek out comfortable positions, not caring whether those are located under the dark spotlight of injustices. but we cannot see it, as we lack the ability to notice darks. we are so used to lights, that our visual organs have started to become ignorant towards something that has the absence of light. but what if every single answer that we have been seeking for lies underneath the dark? it just a matter of time until our eyes can finally reopen their long-lost tap that flows dark water, and when it finally flows through the veins in our eyes, we would be faced with the upcoming horrors that have waited for so long. horrors that will not scare us. horrors that will instead bring us the truth about our current coordinates, and how we have been actually storing the very long ladder for that particular invisible wall for a very long time. horrors that will wipe away all the supernatural things we have made in the past when we had nothing to lean comfortably over.