Degradation

Hell-o

All degradation can only get to a certain saturation point, right? Like metal turns to rust, rust turns to dust? Bricks crumble and fall apart, am I right?

Well, a human mind can only take so much, can’t it? Don’t answer that; a seed of doubt may be planted by some unknown source and before you know it, it has bloomed into something horrifying. A mind eating plant (of sorts), sorting through your thoughts, consuming the tasty morsels of your happy memories, leaving you stagnant, nutrient poor times in your mind that even it wants to leave behind.

Don’t worry dear reader, for I have you now. You remind me I’m alive, that good times are just out of reach…No that’s not how the expression goes… at the end of the tunnel? Yeah, sure.

Welcome to my first soliloquy of doubt.

Yours,

Forever in horror,

Poison226.