Have you ever seen two worlds in contrast? One is just a plain sight. Never demanding anything so extraordinary. While the other one consists of billions of possibilities that you'll give up learning Math's permutation and combination. It's beautiful actually. You could say that it's pretty tiring but dimensions are a whole lot of fun. One afternoon, you're only reading a book in a bustling train. Never feeling that cozy in a long time. Being surrounded by a crowd temporarily makes you forget that you're lonely. Next thing you'll know, you're standing in total darkness. The loud chatter of the person you sit next to, suddenly fades into deafening silence. Hehe but don't worry you are not alone, darling. There's a smiling demon beside your face. He's quite delighted to see some company.

It's strange right? But I love strange. It's just the kind of level I need. You'll get the hang of it. The most exciting part is that it drives you out of your comfort zone. I hid there and hibernated but I learned that it did me no good. Okay **** now where was I? Oh yes, I have to tell you the ******* thing about myself. I, Erin Roma, am miserably bursting with dimensions. And it's all a slippery *****. No, I don't want to hear my skull breaking again. I'm done with that. But the question resurfaces, is he done with me? Because I still feel the blood in my forehead. It hardened so much that no matter how determined am I in wiping it, nothing ever happens. It just stays there.

The voices in my head linger. No, I'm not some lunatic killer. Hmmm I might be someday. But right now, I'm just plain lunatic with her spectacles shattered on one side standing on the top of a cliff, staring into the emerging horizons. I still wear it though. The glasses, I mean. Because you'll never know when will it strike again. The world is full of capabilities. The sharpest light sawing back and forth, ripping through the pupil in my eyes, just before it dilates. Was it salvation? Do I need some saving?

No, you couldn't possibly be referring to God. That was so 10 years ago. This real world slapped at me. Now, it's gaping its doe eyes on you. Watching our every move. Threatened by the fact that I'll go back. No, I'm not turning myself into an obsessed idiot again just so that I can solicit something from Him. I was a hypocrite back then. One of those judgmental little ****** dressed as righteous disciples.

I'm ignoring all of it. The ghosts nagging me, engulfing me in a vortex. Should I go back to the plain world? Back to the life of pretending to be things they expect you to be? I'm  a non-conformist and I've suffered way too long. Enough of the zigzag that you're currently dealing because of me. Eyes closed, I'm starting to grasp where I am going.

ALL THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE OF ONE KISS.

IT MEANT

WELCOME
TO
HELL

I laughed back saying "BITE ME."

you are a dream. my guilty pleasure. the jaguar i needed to drive off a cliff.
the satisfaction of throwing away the luxury just before it loses its beauty. desperate to desist our connections yet fully aware that i'll be lifeless in the end.

When I woke up, groggy from the previous mind adventure, I knew I was still deep in slumber.
Dying to unveil what satisfies my deepest questions. How do I get out of this labyrinth? A pilgrim with nothing to hold on to. Not so sure.
My very own sanity is a hurricane. Severely obsessing over the slightest bit of your imperfections. Don’t you know my heart hurtled? When you called my name?  It rode a space shuttle, plummeting in loops when you tease me with those sweet little things of yours. It was ultimately extreme. It screamed. Screamed so wildly because it wants to stop and at the same time, it feels so high that it could reach the seventh heaven. Now, does it please you to see me struggle? You win.
I wander the insides of this hideous monster and wonder what it’s like to be outside. In the real world. Maybe this is the door to something, something  cinematic and magical. Maybe things would be rough before it goes smooth and velvety. Yeah maybe. I forced myself to believe.
I have made several attempts for a sweet escape but every fugging time, I am always lured to come back and get trapped again.
Your presence is an intertwining intoxication and remedy. Maybe, I shall get you arrested from making me suffer from an euphoria that you hit and ran. Or maybe not because I enjoyed it in some way. Your sadistic crime brought me so much damage that my brain rejected to function properly.
Now I’m feeding on pure delusions that I could still recover and get back safe. Safe into paradise that I initially think you were. It’s like thinking that you’re taking the right path to heaven and suddenly it gets darker, uglier and before you know it you’re about to experience hell. Hell inside a maze.
“Please wake me up. His pull held me captive so tight.” A voice echoed with a blur.
I can’t grasp whose is it. Ever since I came here, I hardly recognize who I am.