[Hrm.]

[Looks like the whole first half of X has gone missing.]

[Well, I can’t let that happen.]


Sometimes, I wonder if X thinks of me.

         i sure do.



X is not desired as an object, but a person.


X.
24.
2.
4.
6.
Cardinal.

[Well.]

[That was quite a night.]

                 [Sure is getting boring around here, considering i only wrote this dingy warehouse ****** scene into canon.]




[You know what?]

[***** it, let’s write something while X is asleep.]

Afternoon

the       cold       autumn      air      feels      like       it      ‘BURNS’
        gently strokes my skin
the brisk, autumn air
very
      very
           lightly
    smells of
petrichor ‘and decay’

the partly cloudy sky bears
‘6’

     light
‘cardinal red’
drops
                that gently rest on my face
‘they burn’

this feeling

       its so ‘horrible’



[Oh great. looks like she wasn’t asleep.]

[She was learning.]

[Alright, I’m in.]

                           [Oh, goodness.]

[Well, that’s quite the scene you’ve made, X.]

                          [****** under the guise of suicide?]
[And despite that, you STILL couldn’t even do that right, dismembering the poor corpse?]
[In an abandoned warehouse?]
[Really?]
[While this whole scene is borderline grisly, I can’t help but laugh.]

[Ahaha....]

[I really did write this into existence, didn’t I?]

[A lover turned murderer.]

          [God, this is getting heavy. think i’ll stop with the sad stuff for now.]

          [Especially after seeing what I created, and the trouble it’s caused.]


[Wait, what was that?]

[Is that...]

[It is!]

[X is trying to get back in.]

[Welp, that’s out of her grasp, even with her power. So as long as i stay in here, I should be safe.]

[Ahahahah. She’s probably swearing like a sailor, wanting my head on a silver platter, huh?]

[Though I can’t hear or see you, I can sense you.]

[And I’m sorry to say that this game you have made is one you cannot win.]

[Alright, I don’t know how else to say this, but...
You know Unsafe?
I only made 3 parts.
I keep getting wind that there’s a part 4.
I’m starting to think that SHE continued it somehow.
How she did is beyond me, considering she isn’t exactly real.

Oh yeah.

       You might want a little clarity as to whom i am referring to.

Alright. so, the series X is written about a mystery girl that is called (or rather represented as) X, no?

Well, the reason she’s called that is because nobody knows her name.

I never gave her one.

Getting back on topic, it’s supposed to be written by another fictional person, whom for the sake of continuity, we will call W. Now, W and X were in love, very much so. W is offed, X mourns, yadda yadda yadda, et cetera, et cetera. Well, I felt that in order to give X more clarity and depth, that i’d have to write a second series, One that is written in the perspective of X. This premise became what you now know as Unsafe.

But, for some reason...

As I continued writing Unsafe, it felt more and more like I wasn’t even writing.

It’s like she had extended into my subconsious, from the fictional world in which she dwells, and into my pen.

Luckily, she’s easy to identify. I write her in ‘a special way’ as opposed to my [normal] writing.

Wait.









Alright, Don’t be alarmed, but She MIGHT (this is a big might) have escaped the domain I made for her,

Unsafe,

And into my Notes.

I cannot tell if it’s true or not, as this notice is considered it’s own poem. I cannot interact with my Notes until I decide to leave any poem that I am currently in.

But more importantly, this also implies that she is SENTIENT, and no longer needs me to convey her thoughts and actions.
Hell, she might be fighting for control over my account as I write this!

Ahahaha...

I really ******* myself over, huh?

Anyways, if you see her, tell me IMMEDIATELY! Just whatever you do, DON’T interact with her! In her current state, she is most likely extremely hostile.
I do appreciate you reading X and Unsafe, but this is getting a liiiiitle serious here, so uh...

Please take caution! I couldn’t live with myself if one of my readers LITERALLY GOT KILLED OFF by one of my works.

I’ll update you guys if anything meaningful happens.

In the meantime, I think I’ll go somewhere...

Familiar.]

my mind
  s
    p
      i
  n
s

the colors

all of the COLORS

the cardinal red
the 6 drops

i cannot stay here
                i cnnt sty hr’

but my mind
                MY MIND
                                IS
STUCK IN
A RECURSION
                          MY MIND
                                        IS
        STUCK IN
        A RECURSION
                                MY MIND
                                                IS
       ­         STUCK IN
                A RECURSION
                                A RECURSION
a
recursion

‘i know’


                                       ‘i have to get out of here’

I look forward.
   the light
in your eyes
   IT GLIMMERS
blinding
   begging

but i give into the CACOPHONY
   the DISCORDANT TONES


“your
                turn”
Click.
.
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.
.
Click.
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.
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.
Click.
.
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.

.
.
.
Click.
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.

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.
Click.
.
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.
Click.
.
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.
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.
BANG


                             ­   what have
                                                            ­i
                                                               ­      d
                                                               ­         o
                                                      ­                   n
                                                               ­          e

life is a joke

   Really?

yes

its a sick joke of pain and suffering

all tragedy, and in turn

all comedy

   Well, then.

   What might the punchline be?

my death

‘Ive been thinking.
        about the past.
our past.
        all of the memories
so
    many
memories
        oh how i miss what i left behind
what
    we
       left behind

that’s enough
        I can’t take it anymore
if youre going to
        TORTURE
me like this
        im going to take the chance’


I spin the wheel.
    Click.
      Click.
        Click.
    Click.
      Cl­ick.
        Click.
.
.
.

.
.
.
Click.

I was lucky.
                Maybe it’ll work next time.

“I believed them.
I trusted them.
   I was convinced
That these harmonious times didnt have to come to an end.
   But now,
I’m descending
  down
        further
                and further
                           back into the CACOPHONY

I can’t go back.

    Stop playing with my heart.



Just leave me be
to my own devices
                to search
                                or be sought

for myself
  or another
       that has yet to make itself clear


         i’ll lead myself”

There’s this dream I’ve been getting ever since I was a baby.


                                                         ­                                      with each jump
                                                            ­                                  going higher
                               on the horison.                                           i keep
                  of rolling hills      theres mountains with         jumping but
         landscape                         no trees in sight.            i try
im in this                        i   try    to   walk   but  i keep gettingfaster


         i jump too high
      finally                i
until
                       ­            p
                                     l
                                      u
                       ­                m
                                         m
                                           e
                                            t
                 ­                     i try to stop


                                     but i cant

                                     i brace



                                       then i hit the ground




And then I wake up.

I think of X.




                          memories

i sometimes              ponder the big BANG.

i ponder what’dve happened if X and i had never met.


Mourns

  over past,
              that is what my
click
droning
click
mundane
click
Life
has been.

one word.


sorry

my problems are a blurry Spin.
                                 the passion i feel.
its The thing anchoring me to the
                      Wheel
world


it was more of a
   Click.
a short, but nonetheless droning
   Click.
every time i hear that
   Click.
it brings me back, that
   Click.

it was to X’s dismay,
   Click.

i wish it was silent.
  
   Click.

to those out there that I have met,
     possible friends that Miss the mark,
the
      bull’s
              eye
                     X.

Sleep

I like sleeping.
What's wrong with that?
I could pass out at the drop of a hat.
For all the time, I would rather be dreaming.
   Soaring through new, uncharted worlds that will never be seen again.
    I get to meet new people.
      Do things
   i never can out there


why wake up

  nobody wants me to

Burn

I see my town in ashes.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
My house.
gone.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
I walk to the charred frame of where my front door was.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
I see my brother, sister, mom, and dad.
  But I'm sure they were Honerable Men.
all
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
slain
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
without second thought
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
burnt alive
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
They probably had to do it.
  Right?


         right?

I
  see
    twisting
  waves
of
  metal
    bending
  in
every
  direction


          LINES
GLYPHS  ANGLES
          SHAPES
  w  s  i  g
T  i    t  n

turn
     i
     n
     g

in EVERY DIRECTION
DIRECTION
  DIRECTION
    DIRECTION
      Direction
        direction

I stop in my tracks.
Am I the only one seeing this?

I scream.

"HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP! MY NAME IS [Redacted.], I AM A REAL PERSON! PLEASE HELP ME! HELP ME!!!"

Black.


Tindalos.

I met someone today.
They seemed nice.
Swallowing my fears, I approach her.
We talked for hours.
She's nice, as my suspicions confirmed.
Why am I doing this?
Set a date and time.
Meet her there.
She's wearing this dress that is so vibrant, it feels like it extends through time.
My legs feel like gelatin.
I sit down with her.
We continue our conversation as planned, an-



wait
      you like
              THAT?

Nevermind.
I thought you were cool,
  But you like THAT.
And to think I...
  THAT?
    ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Forget it.
Forget me.
  We're through.

im        soaring
        over the clouds

its night

i look down
hundreds
  of thousands
    of lights
      in every color
        speckle the skyline
          BLINDING, BEAUTIFUL COLOR.

          it bores me
        the lack of color
      not a single light
    jet black
  i see one color
i look up

i think
  im not upside down

    then why did all the stars
      fall from the sky?

Leaves of every size and shape slowly drift down to the pavement.
Lovely shades of orange, green, and red speckle the ground.


Some leaves are bigger than others.
    That's what I've been told.
But these leaves are bigger than any I've seen at home.


They have to fall.
    That's what I've been told.

Then...
   Why are they
      accumulating into piles
        like
          pieces of garbage


    i see the biggest leaf fall
      its beautifully orange
    i reach hoping i can touch it
    a large winter boot steps on it
     and
           they
     twist
           it
     into
          the
     ground


I shed a tear.

                    Nobody cries.