Who follows that which is not announced or paraded in front of their noses?
I keep falling through cracks. Intermittently.
Sometimes a day apart.
Sometimes a week. A fort night.
Sometimes I'd get the blessing of a month or more in each place.
But hell began when entire years began to stack together. Families or alliances made. Torn asunder because of a shift through a shimmering mercury rift in reality.
Yanking awake to entirely different worlds after thinking I had escaped. Lives changed in the moment I fell through one of those accursed cracks.
Alice in Wonderland has been a bittersweet story for me for many years. To me, it feels like a.. very long time since I last saw my friends at the original timeline.
Bad enough recent events forced me to cycle through past phases in my life, and regrets. A constant montage in my head as I question how much time has truly passed.
Questioning the choice trees that lead me to this moment, how many times I had to ultimately abuse my ability to take a step through to a safer space until I lost grip of it.
Spend enough time on the Path, and you begin to attract attention from that which gathers outside the path's relative safety. Things that exist in the sideways spaces. Some things don't like being denied.
The demons as we understand them are incorporeal. Generally appearing as silhouettes of smoke or ash, sometimes they get a bug up their ass to manifest a form and find a way to get back on the path.
Stop me if this sounds familiar. You are Running, travelling, the boogeymen finally seem to have lost your trail permanently. You did it. You won. Or.. so you thought.
But once you begin to contemplate letting your guard down, a person stumbling across your path leads to a better and better chance of surviving. They're normally funny, witty, and haunted. Bonus points if they're actually physically injured when you encounter them.
They ingratiate themselves into your life, but then it begins to feel like they're slowly influencing you.
Things they say bother you, but when you try to say anything, your voice is gone. You find yourself trying harder and harder to do what is necessary to avoid having to keep Running alone.
Before long, a darkness begins to creep into your heart. You begin to slow and emotionally wither. You begin to realize your decision to trust this stranger was quite possibly the decision that could lead to your death.
So you begin to search for ways to escape this albatross.
Like a fog haunting across the night sky, you begin waking through it's influence. Enough to eventually begin to see their true nature and actions, and remember things that had been blocked out.
But their grip feels like Heaven.
They take the pain while they destroy you and your life.
But oh, when you finally attempt to pull them loose, they burrow deeper in with hands like blades. Eventually, you succeed at evading your demon for long enough their influence can completely leave your system. You can flush them out.
Be they the supernatural demons, or merely the emotional ones, be warned in either case: they will rob you of your joy. Find a way to slice and dice at the core of who you are in an attempt to carve themselves a permanent part of your life, and be they supernatural, a literal tie to them.
Exorcising their pull though, once you survive the emotional devastation they create, is more than worth staying under Their claws.
Freedom is worth having to survive the trip to earn it.
I keep falling through cracks. Intermittently.
Sometimes a day apart.
Sometimes a week. A fort night.
Sometimes I'd get the blessing of a month or more in each place.
But hell began when entire years began to stack together. Families or alliances made. Torn asunder because of a shift through a shimmering mercury rift in reality.
Yanking awake to entirely different worlds after thinking I had escaped. Lives changed in the moment I fell through one of those accursed cracks.
Alice in Wonderland has been a bittersweet story for me for many years. To me, it feels like a.. very long time since I last saw my friends at the original timeline.
Bad enough recent events forced me to cycle through past phases in my life, and regrets. A constant montage in my head as I question how much time has truly passed.
Questioning the choice trees that lead me to this moment, how many times I had to ultimately abuse my ability to take a step through to a safer space until I lost grip of it.
Spend enough time on the Path, and you begin to attract attention from that which gathers outside the path's relative safety. Things that exist in the sideways spaces. Some things don't like being denied.
The demons as we understand them are incorporeal. Generally appearing as silhouettes of smoke or ash, sometimes they get a bug up their ass to manifest a form and find a way to get back on the path.
Stop me if this sounds familiar. You are Running, travelling, the boogeymen finally seem to have lost your trail permanently. You did it. You won. Or.. so you thought.
But once you begin to contemplate letting your guard down, a person stumbling across your path leads to a better and better chance of surviving. They're normally funny, witty, and haunted. Bonus points if they're actually physically injured when you encounter them.
They ingratiate themselves into your life, but then it begins to feel like they're slowly influencing you.
Things they say bother you, but when you try to say anything, your voice is gone. You find yourself trying harder and harder to do what is necessary to avoid having to keep Running alone.
Before long, a darkness begins to creep into your heart. You begin to slow and emotionally wither. You begin to realize your decision to trust this stranger was quite possibly the decision that could lead to your death.
So you begin to search for ways to escape this albatross.
Like a fog haunting across the night sky, you begin waking through it's influence. Enough to eventually begin to see their true nature and actions, and remember things that had been blocked out.
But their grip feels like Heaven.
They take the pain while they destroy you and your life.
But oh, when you finally attempt to pull them loose, they burrow deeper in with hands like blades. Eventually, you succeed at evading your demon for long enough their influence can completely leave your system. You can flush them out.
Be they the supernatural demons, or merely the emotional ones, be warned in either case: they will rob you of your joy. Find a way to slice and dice at the core of who you are in an attempt to carve themselves a permanent part of your life, and be they supernatural, a literal tie to them.
Exorcising their pull though, once you survive the emotional devastation they create, is more than worth staying under Their claws.
Freedom is worth having to survive the trip to earn it.
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