Judah
Enlightened
- Oct 1, 2020
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I will be writing a novel with a suicide theme, this is the prologue
Submerged in a void, an eternal and colorless void, where souls in pain are sheltered with the blanket of loneliness, where laughing is the only option to forget for a moment a life of condemnation. Where the screams are heard but not heard, screams of despair, screams of hatred and sometimes madness, where escape becomes an amorphous solution, where crumbs are the daily bread. This is life...
Inside the depths of a person hides the resentment of being in a monotonous and hypocritical world, where rejecting the human becomes the only freedom.
This is nothing more than an aimless journey, without a destination. Few are those who dare to walk blindly through this forest that is slowly withering away.
Submerged in a void, an eternal and colorless void, where souls in pain are sheltered with the blanket of loneliness, where laughing is the only option to forget for a moment a life of condemnation. Where the screams are heard but not heard, screams of despair, screams of hatred and sometimes madness, where escape becomes an amorphous solution, where crumbs are the daily bread. This is life...
Inside the depths of a person hides the resentment of being in a monotonous and hypocritical world, where rejecting the human becomes the only freedom.
This is nothing more than an aimless journey, without a destination. Few are those who dare to walk blindly through this forest that is slowly withering away.
