The day the world went away, I was alone. When I was alone I felt sometimes crazy, to a point where I thought I could break. My days of darknes would lead me there, to a place of cold and dread. In a place that remains, it was a dream but thats the price to pay. The days that I slept, and tried to get back, I didn't care if I ever came back. Noone was there, to hear my screams, I was alone in this valley of darkness in these dreams. Its silent, but simple I could not smile or cry, my strength was taken and I would not try. I tried and tried to get back, but my return would be a chain to react.
I gave up, and wanted but to see this world again, the one where I dreampt, and I was my only friend. Noones around, and I keep coming back, it took me so long to realize and to see the lies. The mushroom made me realize, red and white spots to realize, to see through it all again, through these lines, through a cascade of lies.
