Sometimes it was lonely down there. The hybrid loved it, thought, as it gave it time to reflect on…everything. Time to tear apart hopes and dreams. It knew those only brought sadness and despair.
Players were so silly…crying over everything! Their world was so…bad! Unlike her very own glass one, where everything was always right…except on Thursdays, when the Doctor usually came late for the usual experiments.
All pain is bearable if you understand it well enough.
She started to sing a song.
How nice! How very nice!
Soon, she was outside, taken there by her own uncertain feet, faced with freedom today. Denial to the end of the song. After this, we clap our hands.
Where is our dear Doctor? It didn't show up today!
A pickaxe through her head and a faint whisper.
"I don't really care, you see…"
She danced around in the forest, enjoying lonely moments. It was not a lie! How she wished they all could see and feel it…behind that fake smile, there was a heart filled with joy! Joy for the whole world, not to share, but to understand. Again and again, until we have sank so much that all misery is just an accident in the eternal bliss of the world.
Birds, crows, sorrow…all just a game! These people digging their own graves won't fool it just yet. With its empty eyes it sees. With its numb hands it feels.
Dramatic hypocrisy.
Is it mine too?
Maybe. Whatever! As long as I can sing these lullabies, it will all be okay.
What is the essence of love? Why not. Eating someone away! Their heart, soul and insides, until not even the bones are left. Becoming one deep down, with every single inch of themselves.
The hybrid collected little stones on its way.
No purpose, no meaning, nothing…but who said living is less worth without a meaning? It enjoys the apathetic routine that feeds the heart and heals the wounds.
It fears not its own pride and selfishness.
There aren't "inner demons" or secret pains. An elaborate plan to proof one's value, to see if life is still answering.
Sadly, as the world has always known, life does not care about itself anymore and lets everything happen, eaten away by its guilt.
The hybrid sits down and hugs itself.
Loneliness is beautifully warm, if you know what to do with it. If you can stand looking into a mirror without crying your eyes out.
Pure of the heart? Just a lie. We are all dirty inside.
Let's all share our disgusting nature once for all! Let everyone know everything, to the deep down...until the smiles are reached.
After that, each one takes its way, alone, but so taken by what is around them that it doesn't matter.
Tearing apart the concept of "empathy", we reach happiness again.
Slowly, our hybrid falls asleep.
It doesn't matter, thought. Dream and reality are the same, after all, created with the same lonely matter…
It's all illusions, laughs and hope.