day three hundred and sixty two.
youre in a nightmare.
youre in your own nightmare.
there are four walls around the forest youre currently sitting in.
and its your job to escape.
be warned that you will be scared. and youll bleed.
the wettest ink will flood your lungs, heart, brain, and drip into your fingernails.
there are tears or course.
and gnashings of teeth.
but the walls.
those are important.
hands from these walls will seize you.
and pull you.
and youll oblige because your alone.
and have been for years in this dream.
excuse me, this nightmare.
you cant see them of course,
the hands that is.
this is like hell remember.
youre supposed to be blind.
everyones always blind in their nightmares.
its often easier that way.
but they can leave.
the hands, the hands can leave.
youre in control.
this is your nightmare afterall.
and forests cant have walls.
and hands arent mean.
wake yourself up.
because right now youre still in your forest.
and hands are still invisible.
pulling at your hair.
pulling at my hair, their hair, everyones face.