In Hell

Time to Pretend, originally uploaded by fady_python.

I don't know about what people call Hell, but the hell I know is a place of nightmares & hate-driven illusions.

Some of that hate is directed towards somebody, or maybe everybody, but most of it is directed towards oneself.

Self-dispite is very much a place; it certainly feels like one, complete with sooty walls. There are no windows, and somebody has removed the door, too! All they left is an uncomfortable, dirty wooden chair, the kind that makes you prefer to stand up until you're too tired to.

Over here, people are barely aware (if at all) of the presence of other beings. So you see, it's a terribly lonely place.

Over here, you have free reign & very little is there to stop you from drowning in your own hurtful fantasies. Our physical surroundings sometimes give us a frame of reference, without them it is far easier to sink into despair, I imagine.

And what gives us a better frame of reference is others, and like I said above, we're not paying much attention to the presence of any others.

Speaking of others... Over here no being has any authority over another being, they're all imps. Minions with no Master. They're all poor, weak souls. No powerful beings can be found there.

Over here, they have no hopes. They will never change. They will never get out of themselves.

Or so they think...