Dreadfully swamped, Chapter two: Riddles

 

"You’re not a delusional, you're special, and I trust your visions. In case I'm not here anymore find my security bag and unlock it, be careful, no one knows you will be coming here after my death. They will just inform you. Don't reveal yourself, you always knew the password, never changed, and please my dear, don't blame yourself for not contacting me as before I know you are busy and I'm proud of your progress, I heard from the principal that your dorm was burnt because of an electrical shock, I came to pick you up and consumed all my money on the illegal immigration so I can come as soon as I can but you never saw me...

Dreadfully swamped, chapter one: the reunion

 The place seems dead

The ghosts will guide you at night with their lanterns

To many offices, many dark places that were never accessed by anyone, autumn's rains are giving you hints whereas they fall over the dust, to show you old scenes, fingerprints, and to let you hear screams echoing everywhere

You're there for more than revenge...

 

Lunatic J., Chapter four: Show must go on

 

Chapter four: Show must go on

 

Theatres are the places where the truth is revealed whereas everyone think otherwise.

Theatres allow you to speak, open the curtains for you as well as your eyes have been open to see the truth through everything, it's your stage, it's your show, avoid crowds preferences, avoid their murmurs, avoid their slurs, not all of them like the truth, most of them are hypocrites, little dolls operated by evilness, unlucky, miserable ones who chose the darkness over the light.

Lunatic J., Chapter three: The escape

 

Chapter three: The escape

Truth scares us more than lies, that’s what darkness always tries.

To dwell us, to prevent us to shine, to suck our sanity... once it peeks, through our souls, it uses all its power to cut the flowers, rooting in our bodies, it starts with a mole, growing instantly to become a hole, an abyss, once it peeks, our lives become fake, just as it wants and planned, right after the death of our plants, but the mist, the dust over our eyes and chests, shall not be permanent, because light will always be an opponent, that might be defeated and might win. Don't be a victim of a temporary lure.