hoax . arctic/flyss

There came a certain reality with the fact that I last remembered chasing after Taurus on the black rock beach, but it felt strikingly... odd to be here again- to be alive, if that is what I was- and it was unsettling to think that I was living my life over, perhaps even in an endless loop. But that couldn't be the case, now could it, with the bright new faces that weren't really that new and the dullness of death that hung over the room in a snake-skin aura; suffocating me- strangling me- until there was only stardust left and the hole in my heart was the same slash in my back that had struck me down. And so I simply took spot at the knot station and fiddled with the rope mindlessly to pass the time. After all, there was no way in hell any of this could be real, because even in the midst of all of it, I would have known- oh I should have known- that when reality breaks, my voice rises up from the cracks. Or more so my hands, in this case.

I might as well try and relax this time, considering that I'm already dead.