Reality
28 Oct 2019NyarlathOwOtep
I'm not sure what is real any more. The longer I go without their touch, the less real everything seems. There are fewer colours and voices in the world, and my peripheral vision sits motionless, it is all extremely unnerving.It feels unnatural to live in this state, with my senses limited, but this is how the
I am unsure of which is real any more, this stark and grey lucidity i currently find myself in, or the vibrant and hedonistic malaise of the Angels, or either. Maybe nothing is real and all I do is
Each day I question my own faith more and more. I must make the pilgrimage soon as I am growing more anxious due to my tears, more often than not, turning to blood.
But first, whilst I am somewhat capable, I have decided to try out ferrying the righteous to their destinations. It may be soft work, but it is still work in His name.