Just another metaphor, Lost Bandit [you can read anyone TXT] 📗

Have you ever fallen down a hole that led to nowhere?

The falling doesnt't hurt, but you know it will when you reach the bottow.

The hole doesn't have an indication of when it will end or if it will ever end but all you can do is hope. 

You can't do anything while falling except wander around your thoughts. 

Walking in and out of the rooms that make up the corridor of your dreams. 

The curiousity of why you even fell in the first place eats away at you. 

The regret of never reading the warning signs put up to prevent this very situation.

The anxiety of not knowing when it will end tears you apart, but theres a sort of peace about it.

It's the silence.

The stillness about falling that you can't really understand unless you've experienced it.

You are slipping further and further from reality and you can't differentiate the truth from the lie.

You try convincing yourself that you've always been falling or that youll be fine if you keep falling.

Your rational thoughts are getting harder to reach and so is the light.

The little beam of light that you first saw whe you started falling is completely gone.

You're surrounded by darkness.

The reality of what you've done is starring you in the face, but with no light, you can't see it.

Their is this thought that is yelling you to fight your way out of this hole.

But there is the demon that lives in your head that keeps telling you to keep falling.

Publication Date: 09-21-2017

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Dedication:
To anyone who can relate.