"We need fantasy to survive because reality is too difficult..." ~ Anonymous 

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I could hear an underwhelming soundtrack playing in the background, everywhere I looked every person I speak to I could hear it. 

You know sometimes when you're having these casual unexpected conversation with a friend, in between sentences you tried to make a point after he/she has just did. Wanting it badly, you say something dumb, just so it could end and both of you could get on back with your lives.

Imagine in between those silent moments, if you awkwardly decided that you wanted to end the conversation anyway by saying nothing. The background music would have been soothing, easy or even cheerful. 

But if your comebacks are jokes that makes the conversation less appalling to chew on, the soundtrack would be a serious, intense and depressing. Which you always do so you could laugh at your expense in order to end that dreadful conversation. 

...or you can just push people away. Relief. 

Dear Samael,

You look like you knew me.

 Trying to complete my sentence without a need for reductive measures. Like we've met in our previous life. Wonderful, now that you have found me, you will stay as long as it pleases you.

So now that I have you by my side, it's like you were never gone. 

You are perfect to me, as me to you. 

You present yourself to me wholeheartedly, realizing the imminent death is upon me. How generous I thought, how generous.

Still I believe you. 

I love him now, forever and always. It's something only you could feel from love songs. It's borderline cheesy, even for me. 

Then, I questioned my existence before his appearance. 

Ground Zero

Its as though I could never know when I'm about to break, I chose the best time today- when I was at work. My superior was probably discussing something with me...
It must have been some matter of grave importance because I could hear his voice despite my exceedingly loud distraction then suddenly, I felt a sense of helplessness that I could not exonerate myself from. 

I must have seen something which I had absolutely no interest in, or so I thought. Why did it bothers me so much why, a slew of garbage images came flooding. Him, a nobody that had found somebody.

Life is like a bad poem- "here you live, here you die, and when you think you've survived, he'd then forfeit your life."