Contrapasso

No going back.
Don't even try.
Why bother.
You don't get it.
It's too late.
I've seen this type and know this world.
I have no choice.
What's done is done.
It won't work.
She/he/ they will never allow it.
Some of us don't get to be happy.
I worry about good fortune.


Word by word, block by block. With each assumption and unplanned intention, you slay your own choices and build your own monsters. Each time you call I walk through your demons. Each time I fight to leave the shadows, and you choose to stay. I wish you'd come with me instead, find your true name.

But this is your blue pill, your story. I can stop reading, or I can keep letting the shadows scar me. Choosing how the tale ends is up to you:

"You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."
You'll find me by the red pill. I promise it's magical.