I would love to convince myself that this is the old one, but it truly doesn't feel like it, which is incredibly sad.
In any case, that is now, and we're not talking about the now right now.
How hard must one think, until the clouds actually clear up? Whenever you're in this position you would give anything to have that answer be up to you. Even when healthy and sane, one always wishes it was up to ourselves.
If I am lost, within my actual mind, am I truly lost? I can just get out of it, right?
In any case, this is just an endless maze of glass and blue neon lights. It brings me peace.
Whenever I define the term, people generally think it's nostalgia about an age already past. But the definition of "having not known something" technically could be a completely ficticious scenario. It only makes sense, if I feel it for something that never HAS BEEN, then it's still the same and it applies. Yay, I'm smart.
I know that the one prison I will never escape is my own, so I might as well make it as comfortable as posible. Maybe here I can get laid without hyperventilating, sweating and feeling disgusting. Turns out those are natural reactions for people that went through the same or equivalent, but that brings me no comfort, if anything it saddens me that anyone else has to go through it.
If there was a library in here that kept sealed curses in words, I would never go elsewhere, and just write there all day so those curses don't spread.
Anyway, were we left off. It's sad waking up, surely, but I can always look forward to sleeping again. Though it is not a given that I will visit the city itself in my dreams, I am in Aion regardless, and that sentence right there should explain to you what Aion actually is.
I never really wanted to be this uh....straight forward *wink * but I think it's vague enough.
In any case, this is not The Neon City. it is a neon city, sure, and all of my creations start here so in a sense IT IS the neon city, but for simplicity's sake, know that Aion and The Neon City are two completely different things.
I am quite proud of the world I've built here...it's so warm, and no one bothers me. Hart follows me, sometimes he sobbed, not anymore that I know off, he went on to protect his heart. But if I was to call him he'd totally show up, in fact we hang out all the time. Poor thing, can't get rid of me, I wonder if it was his choice at all, same with Gen...
Only us three live here. We're happy together and we sometimes bring in some friends and have fun...
You've been here already, I just made sure you don't remember.
What would the fun be in that? I like first reactions.
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