EVE Fiction

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Apathy. How does one even begin to contemplate the absence of any passion, of any emotional substance. For some reason how does the lack of emotion cause such a stir? Why is it that the gentle breeze snaking through the summer air does not turn a smile on my cheek? How can one stand the look of green filled trees? How long has it been?

The obsidian iridescence of my immortal bonds encapsulate something that was never made to be timeless. How long has it been? How many centuries have passed? We have grown apart, apart from everything that made life worth living. What does it mean to live when each waking second passes like eternity? How foolish to think that without our living, breathing, pulsating bodies- our mind would be free.

What a shallow and lonely thought.

Loneliness is the most controlling of all emotions. Why does something so subtle and so easily ignored become stronger each passing year? How does a simple feeling degrade ones psyche so? How does it slowly pull you down and drown you into folds upon folds of obsidian velvet. Slide with me down into a refuge where no one aught to seek.

Tumbling further and further... Until there is nothing left to save. Loneliness is a soothing rot. Let it slowly turn your spirit to sludge. Let in encapsulate your every thought- have it permeate through your entirety, until nothing is left untouched. Where does the automaton end and my consciousness begin?

I thought that I always could point to The Line. But now I find that nothing has been left untouched. Where once a vibrant and colorful mind beat, only a cold and stony faced vestige remains. How time hardens us all. The unending chatter is deafening to me now. Drowning in noise, but wanting only silence. I am alone, I am unending, I am what remains. Please allow me a reprieve, allow me to finally sleep.