A.D.D.

Is there a stranger that you know but you've never met. Do you find yourself switching realities with this stranger...seeing yourself in them, being them but existing as totally separate? This writing is about explores this scene.

 

After Dark Days...*wind blows heavily creating a cacophonous sigh*

After Dark Days he remembers the thirst he had for Her. It was intense and rabid. He could not stop itching and trembling and his legs and arms were bright red.

He wanted to visualize Her face but it kept fading away in his mind although he vividly remembered Her appearance. His mind was ahead of his subconscious and he could do nothing.

His mind existed before he did and it was the champion of all races.

He could not stop murmuring about Her enchantment, Her lure, Her mesmerizing sweet brown eyes that stared deep into his soul and made him cry into oblivion which gave birth to a land of misery. She was gone but She was there. In order to bring Her into stability, he needed to metabolize his chaos. Potential energy would save the world if it could be channeled and he knew that. Easy to conceptualize but almost impossible to make materialize.

As his eyes wandered about, he discovered a bleeding red dot in mid air. It called out to him but he could not focus on it. It was there but his vision kept running away.

*sounds of hellish desperate yells and pain*

The red dot knew his secret. It knew Her and it had Her scent, Her essence but it was not Her. It was a shadow existence of Her within some lost dimension. He created that but someone else did as well. No one owned it but it did own him.

Whispers around him created deafening noises.

"waaaaaaatch meeeeeee"

"Loooooook aaaaaaaaaat meeeeeeee"

"IIIIIIIIII Lovvvvvvvvve Yoooooooooooou"

He felt as if his organs exploded simultaneously in his body. He felt as if his mind was captured by the depths of infinite zeros. He felt as if his body found paradise in eternal mindfuck slavery.

He wanted to look but he couldn't. He wanted to see but he couldn't. He wanted to hear but he could not listen. He wanted to touch but could not stop missing because of his trembling.

He wanted Her.

He wanted Her.

He wanted Her.

She was everything.

All that She ever was...was all that he ever wanted. Where could he make Her, see Her, feel Her, hear Her and smell Her. He already could but he could not focus.

After Dark Days...He would soon be gone as well...and then she would appear in His place and wait for Him...never being able to see Him, hear Him, smell Him, touch Him, or make Him but knowing that she already has...

a white dot would appear and carry the essence of Him without being Him...