Hell is a concept that exists only in your head. But I am there. With a marble heart, the view is filtered through one hideous cobweb that has been pulled over my eyes. Throughout a see-saw half decade, ceaseless documents have been discarded. Business, as usual, continues to sit on our shoulders like wiry, awful specters. It often feels like the end is dangling ever so near. Even as those words were written, something disturbing was underlining them in scarlet. The foreshadowing of finality seems a bit frightening from this six month perspective. And now we are drowning on these arctic mountains. The landslides have become our world as they are all that we have grown to know. Existing every day just to waste time does not vindicate one second of it. It’s as dull as a bludgeoning in this poorly lit auditorium. Dull and dying. Cathedral cold. It’s too hazy to tell if momentum is building or waning while continuing down this slope of vast entropy. Was this all a blackout of some variety or were the details crystal clear? The ghost has returned and it’s like a negative of some childhood picture that I don’t want to see. Losing is not the way that I envisioned our predicament to close. Finding yourself in a prolonged bottoming out is no way to spend night after excruciating night.
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