Good evening, everyone. Hope y’all doin’ okay. Been doing okay. Cat’s been getting flea baths and we’re still dealing with Dylan’s loss, but we’re doing okay.
I still can’t get myself to work on KoB all that much. I decided to spend most of my day looking over other “projects” I had going on. Tweaked a few things there.
As I was looking through my SD card for a particular file, I found something I wrote a little while ago. I don’t remember if I even posted it onto here. Honestly, I don’t even remember writing it (I may have been a bit tipsy when I wrote it, though, so that would explain a lot…). I may have lost my nerve and decided not to post it. So I’m gonna slap it onto here, just in case I didn’t already put it up here.
When the End Came
I was in the shower when the world ended.
What I’m about to tell you is a hundred percent true, and is not an exaggeration in the slightest. It sounds strange—probably the strangest thing you’ve ever heard—but I’m telling you the truth when I claim that the world ended one cold winter’s night, as I was taking a hot shower, washing away the week’s dirt and stress.
I had my eyes closed, and I was obviously indoors, so I didn’t see any explosion, or blinding flash of light, or anything like that. Why were my eyes closed? Well, nobody likes shampoo in their eyes, and I was in the middle of deep, immersive thought. I was thinking about what everybody thinks about in the shower.
Work. Housework. Family. Passions.
The beginning of.
The end of.
How funny, I thought, as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, that we’re always told that life goes on, no matter what. No matter who or what lives or dies, life will go on.
So what happens when everyone dies?
Does everything stop?
Does everything keep doing?
Even now, as I remain here in the emptiness, I will never know the answer to that question.
Because I am no longer going on with life.
Just like everybody else.
How do I know everybody else died, and not just me?
To be honest, I don’t.
But I also strongly believe everybody lost their lives that night. I felt it, when I first felt myself floating here.
I can’t hear. I can’t see. I can’t speak.
When the end came, I had my eyes closed. A sudden rush of air that banged against my eardrums, feeling everything around me grow very hot, very quickly…
…And then everything became very still, and very cold.
And now I’m here. At the end. Wandering onwards, past the end, and into nothing. Past the back cover. Past the end credits. Past the midnight hour.
Please, let it be something.
I can accept death, I always have…
…but please tell me there’s something beyond this strange ending of mine.
Wait. What’s that?
I feel it…something in the distance.
What is it?
A new start?
A new cover?
A new beginning?
I come to it, something bright and warm piercing the nothing that served as my end, walking towards the bright, new beginning.
Thank you, for this something.
Thank you, for my beginning, beyond the end.
The original title was “Strange Endings”, but I felt like it didn’t really work anymore, so I changed it at the last second. I think I literally did come up with this idea in the shower, and then wrote it out over a glass. I actually like this one in a weird way. Not my best work, but I’m oddly proud of it. Then again, this is kinda what I think will happen when I die. Float around in nothingness for a bit before being reborn into someone/something else. Maybe a cat.
Anyways, that’s it from me tonight. I’ve got a bit of housework to do tomorrow and Annabelle needs another flea bath. I’ll talk to you all later~