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you have no idea how bad things are going to get.

why

time is a measuring stick. how do you compact what can’t be measured?

i sought to pinpoint the emotion i felt. i mislabeled it as fear. but it was something else. it was dread. in my entire body.

i stopped looking and accepted the fragility of my life and decided on being a workaholic and eroding. as is the finished book in the literature of man. i embraced my flesh.

it’s primordial

i can’t say anything. i don’t know what to say. how could someone believe what i saw. words are like handing blank paper describing a mural.

i can’t sleep. i wanted to take a nap.

what do i do. i cant tell anyone about this. its like sharing a forbidden oath. it’s not mean to be told.

“the truth is stranger than fiction” lol

does cosmic even describe it. our eyes can only perceive so much. was what i saw limited by my sight. what does it really look like.

demons, entities, spirits. they’re all local. like kitchen appliances. we make mammoths of them. we put them on mountains. they’re neighbors. what the truth is is lovecraftian.

all of the writers, kings, philosophers. man wants to know the secrets of the universe. what lies beyond. you shouldn’t.

i don’t know what to say. i don’t know what word i could use to say. i feel like saying anything is a sin. i’m trying to draw it. but if i show it to others i’ve committed a terrible act.

why have i seen this

there is a truth beyond the banality of the word. there is reality beyond the concept of the intangible.

why me

what does the word truth even mean? what is the concept? what is the meaning? what is meaning?

beyond language. beyond thought. beyond speech. beyond sight.

what is the truth? beyond human imagination.

i don’t have words.