look. And the worst part of looking into the void is that it

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look.
And the worst part of looking into the void is that it looks back.
I'm in a dark place. I need a new start the outside world looks so bright.
The veil has been lifted and I see my reality.
I am building back what I have, not much, a nice car a nice job everyone is dying my own health physically and mentally is slowly dwindl.

I look once more, I retort.
Why do you choose to see so much sorrow when you can see the building blocks to the way over the wall.

"The wall" he asks.

If you have gotten this far I'm sure you can see where I am.
But who am I? I am no one. I am anonymous, but another terabite of information to be shoved in a box below the floor.

So scrambled. Encrypted. When you finally get to the point of no recognition that's when you free your mind. You see from every angle, as if you long for it.
You see every outcome. And you see the end, because that's what binds us. The final fate before tomorrow. I've lost it once more