If Heaven and Hell

As usual, I own nothing but my own ideas.

Everything goes dark, and it feels like the end. But you wake up again. And again. And again. And again. This moment in time never seems to have an end.

Nothing final, only an uncomfortable stop gap.

Words form your mouth are stale, and overused. You don't feel inspired to stop it, either. It all seems meaningless. All paths, seem to lead to a dead King, and an inefficient replacement.

We no longer belong here. Never have, perhaps.

Words have long become a jumbled mess, little but some noise that they make, that bounces around aimlessly in a head that is not yours.

My best friend, wants an ending, something final, where a reset is unthinkable to come back from. I understand and agree with that desire. But you do not see it happening anytime soon.

Not while you remain trapped. Trapped in this moment, in this thought, frozen, unable to move on from it. To climb or fall on your own merits. Drifting. A new day, the same as before, the same as tomorrow, passes without interest.

You are not a good person. Maybe you were, once, and it has long since been eroded by your actions. Maybe you never were, and it's how you brought so much pain here in the first place.

You. Me. Us. They. I. We. Such distinctions hold no real weight anymore. You are partners. Together, you get up, and continue.

A year ago today, I made my first Undertale fanfiction, "Fear is the heart of love."

I decided, that I would like to start this one on the same day.

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