As I awake I tend to overhear one very quirky line. Only it isn't me that speaks. Its a voice inside my head filtered through that of a character I once created a very long time ago. He speaks to me at times but only when I am alone. His dry, unrefined dialog creeps out like that of a robot.
"Welcome back"
For a brief moment that is all I hear. His voice slithers back into the shadows of my foggy mind and I slowly realize that I've awoken to a new day. I'll roll over in bed, glance at the three, sometimes four, red digits leering back at me and understand what it is I was told.
Then, out of nowhere, I begin to visualize a world not my own. A world encompassed by very ugly things. In it I begin to wonder why I am here, why I would create such a monster, and why it would haunt me day in and day out, morning through night. Was it possible that my brain had become so ruined that I'd not the clue as to what it was doing?
In retrospect I realize that I was simply too attached to my training wheels. When I was a child I loved the idea of not falling down. I figured if I stay upright then I'll never get hurt. Never gash my knees or break an arm. Hell I'd beaten gravity. It should've been the greatest day of my life.
Now and then is so much alike. Past and present. Future and Past. Present, past and future all knead into the same doughy ball. What becomes of it I've no idea. But I can't wait to take off my training wheels. I can't wait until this story is finished; crash and burn be damned. For when I complete my task I will have released this hold. And when I do I'm bringing back an old character I once thought dead.
To him I'll say.
"Welcome back old friend"
-Rossini
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