Isaac, Isaiah, which are you???

he says to call him Isaac, with that pretty little smile and a flash of wolfish teeth, and so they trust him

Until you lead them to the seclusion of Night-- all those pretty little girls in their pretty red skirts, twirling their dainty handbags 'round and 'round, it just drives you mad, doesn't it?

Isaac oh Isaiah, you show your face far too much, and those who know you expect much and more than a sulky little frown

my reflection on today

Promise not to bother when in reality it's all you do.
How droll! How simply exquisite that this is conceivably a "novel" concept, when you knew you'd break it. You always do.

Ahaha we knew you were pathetic before you ever thought it up.

People lose themselves when drawn here, and only those we know retain their names. Inhabitants of that house, all.


It's still with me, though I've run miles to escape it.

dreams

"I wanna laugh but I just don't have the energy or the motivation. That dream hit me hard like a semi-truck, and a man like me ain't no better than a deer in the headlights when its ilk come 'round. I don't dream about her often, but when I do it's so profound it leaves me in a haze for days."

no that's okay it's not like it's annoying
every time
you make that joke.

because it's not like the point of this thing is fictitious/train-of-thought writan or anything



RIGHT????