posted on Aug, 5 2016 @ 01:14 AM
The lights were off, and no one was home. It was a house of mirrors without mirrors.
The truth depended on the time of day. It could flip like turning a light switch. It was flickers between tuning in and out of reality at any moment.
It was a fog of nothingness. It was a cloud of smoke without an accompanying fire.
If I would have stayed, my sanity would have disappeared. I would have withered and died.
No upside is worth that. You offered a lot, but what I am is more.
edit on 5-8-2016 by Profusion because: (no reason given)