A Dark Tunnel

Written a few years ago on my account on Quibblo. Based off the song "Faces" by Bravery, made when extremely depressed.

Created by Akumie on Saturday, August 25, 2012

There once was a time when sunlight was everywhere, when one could play for hours upon hours without feeling the slightest incliment of pain.... When the air felt cool and crisp on ones skin, as they stood, waiting...
Then, the sky darkeness, the air hangs, feeling as though it might choke someone, and the lightning strikes, sending rain sprawling forth from the clouds...
and the darkness envoleps ones mind... slowly, so slowly one doesn't realise it, they just go about daily life, replacing a few feelings, so few it isn't seen. Until finally all one wears is a mask, and its too late...
the pain, the sorrow, the anger.... of years all comes rushing up, leaving one to wonder how long they've thought these thoughts, and why they didn't do anything...
then, they noticed the house that has housed them from youth seems cold and empty, it has a pair of parents, a sibling, but not a feeling of warmth enters or exits the house.
Then one notices the whole world operates this way, one dies, some other replaces them, the proccess starts again. Everyone acts simply the same... feigning emotions, keeping their cool, slowly withering inside, some realising, some not...
One sees the light a few times, they escape from themselves through various books, music, and new ideals that pass through their interchangable bodies. It gives them hope, and finally, they reach for the light....
They got too close to God, and the wings melted
the false feeling of hope is destroyed, and the sulk back to the darkness once again, remembering their oldselfs, thinking now they are a empty frame...
Then one begins a ladder, and a begin to build a fake of the old days, the ladder slowly curls to the light, while the replica of themselfs begins to move, they think they're about out....
and then comes someone, that unintentionally knocks down the ladder, and replica...
The music seems hollow, the mind now wonders why it stored so much logic, it gives up hope, reaching out towards the only thing that is certain to happen...
But, they stop themselves, they remember what kept them tied to the place, and hold on to it, cling to it...
Humans are so cheaply made....

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