Tyranny

It's the unspoiled promise.

The universe full of possibilities.

The reflection of all you don't want to see.


The blank eye staring straight into your soul.

The mocking voice whispering quietly in your ear:

"You can't. It's too late. Never again."


It's the hand that won't let go.

The white darkness.

the paper cage.

the abyss



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My Room 101: The blank page.

(And the empty camera card.)