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The sky is cracking, the universe is burning and I'm sitting at the computer with a drink in my hand.
There's a lot going on right now, so many things that I'm not entirely sure on where I want to begin. Do I start with the fact that my universe is literally falling apart? What if this is the last thing that ever gets written? If that's the case, shouldn't I try to shed light onto our situation for the inevitable guy sleeping safely in a coma somewhere, destined to wake up in five years to all of his world demolished?
No, it isn't my responsibility to calm the minds of a coma patient. Though if you're reading, coma patient, I wish you luck and prosperity. It's now your responsibility to change the world, not mine.
Moving onwards to more personal matters, I'm still coming to terms with how things unraveled between Egret, Stork and I. Sometimes I expect to wake up in our nest, breakfast being given to me in bed by my faithful companion in an embarrassingly girly apron. I keep expecting all of this to be some nightmare.
Or perhaps an imaginary Hell.
Nevertheless, I wake up every day from the same types of nightmares I'm used to, drink the same poisons I always did, and I know this world is real. Egret, Stork and Heron are all dead. So it goes. All I have to do is remind myself that it was an inevitability and I don't feel so bad. It was this or I run away forever. At least this way no one will come find me.
....but now that I'm in Alternia, in this new world, will I ever get the same companionship I once had? What if I just fucked up any chance I ever had at living happily ever after? Stork won't even look me in the eye anymore.
Ick. Feelings again. Where is everyone else?
There's a lot going on right now, so many things that I'm not entirely sure on where I want to begin. Do I start with the fact that my universe is literally falling apart? What if this is the last thing that ever gets written? If that's the case, shouldn't I try to shed light onto our situation for the inevitable guy sleeping safely in a coma somewhere, destined to wake up in five years to all of his world demolished?
No, it isn't my responsibility to calm the minds of a coma patient. Though if you're reading, coma patient, I wish you luck and prosperity. It's now your responsibility to change the world, not mine.
Moving onwards to more personal matters, I'm still coming to terms with how things unraveled between Egret, Stork and I. Sometimes I expect to wake up in our nest, breakfast being given to me in bed by my faithful companion in an embarrassingly girly apron. I keep expecting all of this to be some nightmare.
Or perhaps an imaginary Hell.
Nevertheless, I wake up every day from the same types of nightmares I'm used to, drink the same poisons I always did, and I know this world is real. Egret, Stork and Heron are all dead. So it goes. All I have to do is remind myself that it was an inevitability and I don't feel so bad. It was this or I run away forever. At least this way no one will come find me.
....but now that I'm in Alternia, in this new world, will I ever get the same companionship I once had? What if I just fucked up any chance I ever had at living happily ever after? Stork won't even look me in the eye anymore.
Ick. Feelings again. Where is everyone else?