Escape

Suddenly here... at the edge... the pull of the Thing upon my body is barely perceptible... I feel as though I could do nothing, and I would slowly drift out of Its orbit for good... a shock of panic hits me... I turn my head around, looking over my shoulder, straining my eyes to catch one last glimpse of the Thing... I realize that my entire existence has been under Its influence, in Its orbit... even my self-image is predicated upon It; I labelled myself "rebel" against It, because of It... if It ceases to exist, then what am I?... am I anything?...

 

I wax nostalgic... reimagining the "good times"... if I do nothing, I'll soon drift away... I'll never know that happiness again... why should I deprive myself?... what is the point of this game?...

 

Too late though... I come out of my thoughts... I have broken away from the Thing... In my ambivelance, the decision was made for me... I begin to forget; the time is past... now picking up speed, accelerating into the frozen waste of the pitch-black space... so much space, more space than my feeble mind can comprehend... the uncertainty, the possiblity, the anxiety... free for the first time... and it feels different, but good.

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