"Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday"

Music is my kief, hashish, my opium pipe.

Life is already hard enough living without the existence of air. The overall ideology of this is similar, only imagine it being replaced with something else far more worse. Taking a plunge into the abyss without knowing how far you will end up. Our vision ensures us that everything that is smothered by light is all we'll ever need to know, but with curiosity being instilled into our noggins, the desire for more is what thrives us to put our fingers onto it; regardless of getting burnt.

Devils' night - consequences, regrets, thrills, adrenaline driven decisions. Once you've entered its realm the door behind you disappears into thin air. You're your own Alice, but this is no Wonderland. The click of your heels won't result in a hurricane sweeping you off your feet. Still, contented with the starry void, you've found a place where nothing else is relevant.

Over time, the screaming silence and aggravating mundane scrapings becomes nothing short of a nuisance. Bored and stagnant, slowly dazing into the emptiness in search of a clear path. Manged to chance upon two different paths. First one - a short flight of steps no more than half a storey high, leading to another portal which reveals an even darker realm, but the drive and inviting sense about it just seems all too good because it'll take less effort to reach there. While the other one - a long winding road, layered with dust, twisting and turning, pit holes defining every crack that spreads like a nerve cell, but it leads to a light. No door, no window, just a light like no other star has ever shone before.

As the fire slowly dies off, desperate means of rekindling will lead to a bigger step. Only resulting in another step into the wrong direction, making it harder to look back. As the mourning bells toll, you lose more of yourself and a new piece grows back out, only to be darker than before infected with false promises of a better you.

Curiosity did kill the cat, but a cat has nine lives they said. They never said that revival would be easy though, but it's a path I've chosen with only one life to spare.

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