Some of the things that happened last night. My dreams coincided with the things I did yesterday. This morning, I woke up angry at my grandmother because I was convinced she was smoking in my bedroom to piss me off. Then, I was convinced I’ d had a conversation with somebody that never actually happened.
This distresses me.
I was never alone.
As a child, I was never alone. My parents went about their daily rituals and I was left to my own devices, they were there. Ah, yes. Another imaginary friend story, you think. Yes, perhaps my beginning seems droll to you. Cliche, even.
Indros Omega was its name. I say ‘it’ because I never granted this creature of my mind a gender. There is no point to gender besides segregation. It was not a simple thing, but many things. It could be anything, really. A cat, a pencil, a person… Whatever my mind fancied at the time. It didn’t develop a defined form until I was older, but we’ll get to that later.
You may ask as your reading this jumbled mess what my name is. Who am I? Who is this person behind the story. You may call me Rosetta Stone, but the rest is rather unimportant. I’ve never concerned myself with developing a defined identity on the outside, after all.
So what is this? This, my dear audience, is a chronicle of my struggle to jump off the fence between imagination and reality. The real question:
Which way do I fall?
Dear Creator,
As the months grow into years and the seasons slip through your fingers without notice of what you’ve done, we mourn. Truthfully, it is not easy to watch you cripple your sanity for the sake of these two dimensional beings you call companions. You cannot lie to us, Creator, for we are all you. As such, we know that you clearly see those jackals with their pearly carnivorous teeth ready to strike at your spine. Those charlatans only view you as some kind of smeared wallflower, a semi-permanent fixture that is overlooked or used as the centerpiece of satirical conversation.
We, however, think the world of you, just as you intended. Our conception involved a great deal of effort on your part, and for that we cannot thank you enough. However, these matters aforementioned have left us with a sour taste in our mouths.
Creator, when you have a spare moment, please consider this UnSaVoRy position you’ve placed us in. We humbly wait for your decision.
With sincere concern,
Indros Omega
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