Kevin sat in an office, his facial tentacles twitching nervously as he looked toward his mental councilor. "I don't know what's worth fighting for," he exclaimed, taking a deep breath as he continued to talk about his issues. "Or why I have to scream, but now I have some clarity to show you what I mean, I don't know how I got this way. I'll never be alright. So, I'm breaking the habit, I'm breaking the habit TONIGHT!" He exclaimed, taking the cigarette packet he had in the pocket of his black jeans, and tossed them into the trash can in the corner of the room. The light on the horizon was brighter yesterday, with shadows floating over, the scars begin to fade. We said it was forever, but then it slipped away, standing at the end of the final masquerade. This is the thought that passed through Kevin's mind as he walked from the councilors office and out into the city streets.
"Who does that councilor think I am? I'm not stupid, And I'm not a robot, I'm not a monkey, I will not dance even if the beat's funky." Kevin exclaimed as his walking took him into the city centre, where it seemed a conglomeration of strange beings had come to party, one girl going far as to bite herself. Whether that be in sheer enjoyment or to prove her own reality in a false world. Kevin didn't care. Especially since there was a questionable fellow trying to throw his weight around and demand answers from everybody. "Hey buddy! You've got as much power to convince us as a bulging-eyed Dagon on a moonlit screech." Kevin exclaimed, wandering close to the questionably gendered, white haired male. "The hardest part of ending is starting again. Don't make me force the curtains on you, buddy boy. So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean, Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes, Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between, let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide." Kevin waxed poetically, waiting for a response.