There's nothing easier than giving in to your fantasies.
Diving into a world where you're actually in control for once.
You wish you'd never leave. But at some point you must go back to earth. And that's when reality welcomes you with a big slap on the face.
Diving into a world where you're actually in control for once.
You wish you'd never leave. But at some point you must go back to earth. And that's when reality welcomes you with a big slap on the face.
Yet the siren call keeps whispering in your head to dive back. And you can do nothing but yield.
Even when you know there's an inevitable sting that awaits you every time you return.
It's the same as addiction really.
These fleeting moments of freedom and control are what you live for.
But at some point living only for a moment isn't enough anymore. You yearn for more.
But you know it's not possible.
You know your trance was never real in the first place. It was just an ephemeral escape.
It's the same as addiction really.
These fleeting moments of freedom and control are what you live for.
But at some point living only for a moment isn't enough anymore. You yearn for more.
But you know it's not possible.
You know your trance was never real in the first place. It was just an ephemeral escape.
That's when you need to take a stand.
Otherwise the next time you dive, the abyss won't let you go.
So you need to take a deep breath and let all these ghosts you kept running away from catch up to you.
And we both know this clash is going to be a chaotic maelstrom.
But you just need to endure it as long as you possibly can.
You'll have to bid farewell to all the versions of people you created in the dreamscape. Let go of all the scenarios you wish existed in the real world.
You'll have to learn to adapt to your reality.
Accept it.
And it's not going to be easy.
God, it's going to be the hardest thing you ever have to do.
Because closing that door means leaving a part of your soul behind.
And it will keep trying to pull you back in.
But it's a sacrifice that you're compelled to make.
It's the only way to break yourself free from the jaws of oblivion.
Accept it.
And it's not going to be easy.
God, it's going to be the hardest thing you ever have to do.
Because closing that door means leaving a part of your soul behind.
And it will keep trying to pull you back in.
But it's a sacrifice that you're compelled to make.
It's the only way to break yourself free from the jaws of oblivion.
You know you won't be the same.
A part of you will be missing. Your essence.
And its echo will keep haunting you for the rest of your life.
But here's the trick.
You need to find an anchor to stop you from drifting back into the void.
Something that makes the real world somewhat bearable.
A reason to embrace each morning, rather than merely endure the hours until nightfall.
Once you do find it, you'll get enough strength to live with whatever is left of you.
You'll find peace ashore, and the siren call will finally wane.
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