What do you see
"What do you see? Yes, that's right. You see a skull face. You see me. This skull is who I am. My mark, my proof of humanity. I have no country, no language, I have no face, but I haven't lost my skull. So I told myself... The pain and effort that keep me alive will never know relief, never bear fruit, never be repaid. I know that, but I told myself to focus on some hope, a nonexistent hope to guide me through this burning world. A hope - call it a dream. A melancholic delusion. As the pressures within me stretch me to bursting, and I force myself not to cry out, though the words I thought were carved into me are gone, and all I knew is dead. I know how you feel. I've felt that. So show me. That I'm not the only one. That you too can return to this world, for revenge."
Hey Tyler,
Is that something you wrote on your own? I think it's really beautiful. The last few paragraphs had me a little concerned. I've been where I think you are right now and even though it may takes, weeks, months or years, something always gives. Hope may seem nonexistent but it in reality it's a real thing that's always. Could you maybe elabroate more on your point about coming back to the world about revenge. It's an interesting thing to say and I want to understand:)