EscapeIntoOblivion

All were victims. Wounded by others. Wounded by themselves. And somewhere along the way… they are condemned to live within a twisted reality, where traumas etched deep into their bones becomes the very thing that defines them; their truest self.


Some remain locked inside their heads. Some, locked within the version of reality their mind forged for them: those we call the self-aware.


But no matter how far you run, you can’t look away from yourself. Because ‘who you are’ isn’t what’s real. What’s real… is what defines you. What’s real is what shaped you. What scarred you. What twisted your reflection.

Haah~ How poetically and tragically beautiful that ending was… it pierced right through. A man, desperately wiping away the madness, the visions, the patterns; scrubbing at the wall as his faith begins to bleed.

And we see the truth too, that is, even if you erase what you see… it doesn’t change your reality. It only reveals deeper, more severe layers of revelation and torment beneath.

It takes a soul to hell and back to truly accept that the reality we perceive is but a reflection shown to us through a mind that acts as a mirror. It’s a tangle. Of pain. Of suffering. Of guilt. Of the self.

So all you could do is smile. While your tears fall. While your mind plays you like a puppet. You scrub harder. Desperately. Wiping away memories, emotions, identity; your very self. But what you’re really doing.… is breaking. In slow motion. With your own hands.