Not That There Ever Has Been. - Date Unknown

There is no way out.

Not that there ever has been.

At least we used to be able to afford illusions to distract us from this truth.

But now it is right in your face, and escape has become such a long lost concept that merely mentioning the idea of it draws stares and looks of disgust.

Like bringing up some ancient sin long forgotten.

Most people do the only thing they know.

They let themselves become trapped, and all this is no exception.

I can’t blame them I suppose, it takes a lot more than most have to see through the fear. To just accept the awful truth.

That there is no way out.

Not that there ever has been.

I suppose that’s what makes us different from the rest.

We’re ok with it.

We know how little has really changed, how even after all of deaths hard work, not even his most devastating conquest could wipe the filth from us. Somehow it survived and instead of holding onto old pictures of the lost ones, we clung onto the worst of ourselves.

Maybe that’s why he left us, in defeat against the worst we had to throw at him.

Now we live in a world where even a word as powerful and universal as death has become muddled in context, lost in a sea of “what ifs.”

I live knowing that when the time comes for me, it won’t be like it’s supposed to be. That’s one of the few things that still scares me, that I might end up like one of those unlucky fucks who found out the hard way.

That there is no way out.

Not that there ever has been.