There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside.
– J.D. Stroube, Caged in Darkness (Caged, #1)
I walk without looking behind
I know you are behind me
Watching and waiting for me to stumble
I was never good at being a monster
However enticed, I would not succumb to that minuscule gene
It exists in us all
And with the right amount of prodding the transformation can be quick
For some there is no coming back
For others it is a temporary brush with darkness
I really don’t concern myself with it
I’ve swallowed enough pain to breathe fire
So I choose not to turn around
I walk the corridor until light expands and fills all existence
Besides, how would a monster deal with someone who doesn’t exist….
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Whenever you find yourself in the abyss, remember that you are somebody. Hold on to that fact and believe in you. Don’t allow anyone, anything or any circumstance to take away the substance of your presence and being in life.