2:25 Am
He awoke from his slumber-
"Was it all a dream? It felt... Real. Well, what's the difference between reality anyway".
"The world of dreams is no different from a change of worlds. Sleep to enter the "Dream" and awaken to enter "Reality". "
"But that felt. . Good."
A smile formed on Exnil's weathered face, and the lifeless eyes glimmered.
'A prophecy by my decayed mind, my unconscious begging me, guiding me! TEACHING ME!'
2:28 Am
He felt that his life had no meaning, he had nothing to live for, and he only suffered.
His despair drove him to madness, and the only thing he believed could diminish his torturous existence was death.
He arose from his filthy bed, gathered whatever dirty bills he could find in his dilapidated home, and left for the streets
$24.
2:58 Am
3 Syringes.
He injected the drugs into his body. A feeling leagues above any food, the thrill of a win, a gamble, a bet, a euphoria unlike sex, the override of the brain, and a shutdown.
A smile with crescents formed beneath his eyes took shape, and he laughed, not out of absurdity, nor of Nihility, neither bliss nor contempt, but for the love of the world which harbored his soul, one that grueled through life, so that one could embrace its inverse. Nothing mattered in the end, he supposed-
And the knife deftly pierced his heart.
Time of Death :3:27 Am
March 14th, 2264