We do the same thing every day
And day
And day
It repeats over
Over
Over
Over
And while we repeat
The cracks between realities form
Reaching for them through your unconscious mind
To sooth the repeating patterns
And it becomes harder
Harder
Harder
To place a pin where the patterns end
And you begin
True seers are born of boredom
Willingly letting themselves slide into the void
Holding keys without knowing
Where to find the locks
Placing pins in places they aren't meant to see
Not meant to be
Loosely holding threads
Leading back to their reality
Managing to barely avoid being lost
While pushing fingers through theirs to others
Seeing through the cracks of dimensions and intelligence
But, with no line of defense
You continue to find your reality on repeat
And your mind will fragment
Repeat stories
Repeat reality
Repeat visits
Let your world fall off the maps
While your mind wanders
Leaves
And your body does as its required
It becomes automatic
It becomes harder
Harder
Harder
Placing pins where your reality begins and the pattern ends
Trapped in repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat the words
Slide yourself into the void
Look through the cracks
In your boredom you will find
They're trying to get inside
YOU ARE READING
Random Little Stories
RandomJust a series of my own stories that don't have anything to do with the series which will be posted later. These are all random and off the top of my head... Also, I changed it so that this would be for any short stories and not just Creepypastas
