Weeping_Angel
April 20th, 2012, 07:41 PM
I wrote this piece. It's supposed to make your mind turn its wheels.
I'm outnumbered. I may as well surrender now, but I'm stupid. I keep fighting. The knife gets closer to my skin. Then it slices. Then I'm dead. And I can't think anymore. But if I was dead, than I wouldn't be able to write this, so does that mean that I'm not dead? I don't know, but now I know that I'm not dead. It was only just a dream. Or was it? Maybe it wasn't, maybe this really happened but I didn't die, or maybe I am dead, and I'm not even thinking of this, and these words aren't even on the paper. Now you are imagining things. I'm dead. And I can't think. So it must be you imagining. But wait, I'm waking up from my dream. Nope, still just a figment of your imagination.
I'm outnumbered. I may as well surrender now, but I'm stupid. I keep fighting. The knife gets closer to my skin. Then it slices. Then I'm dead. And I can't think anymore. But if I was dead, than I wouldn't be able to write this, so does that mean that I'm not dead? I don't know, but now I know that I'm not dead. It was only just a dream. Or was it? Maybe it wasn't, maybe this really happened but I didn't die, or maybe I am dead, and I'm not even thinking of this, and these words aren't even on the paper. Now you are imagining things. I'm dead. And I can't think. So it must be you imagining. But wait, I'm waking up from my dream. Nope, still just a figment of your imagination.