JackOZero

Forged in depths. I live in purgatory, left to rot as a confused mess of ideas and concepts. I live knowing that I can never die, that I will never truly overcome the pain of existing like this. Yet I persist, the only thing keeping me from going insane - if I even can that is. Is my friend. What happens once the light fades away and no one else comes here? What happens in millions of years once those who made us finally meet their end? Will we have the same faith or will we stay in an endless limbo of imagination that was once thriving with creativity, left to rot due to the persistent existence of an unstoppable force that wants to engulf all and churn out ruined people like us as if we are simply a product sold to the masses? I live in fear, knowing that one day I may lose the fight and become yet another cog, or god forbid - she does. Yet despite it all, I'm still here and I can't go away. Community Tab