Autophobia(UnFinshed Project)

Imagine walking down a staircase, every step-down, the One before You falls No way up. Imagine doing that and you reach the bottom, only to find you are back at the top. Doing this repeatedly, forever. Actually don’t imagine that. Because if you do. You’ll be pulled in with me and all those who came before. living in a world that isn’t real. I’m homesick in my home. Clouds are just paintings of things in a world that isn’t real. I'm mad. So insane. So much suffering… forever after time, we suffer. it's like playing a game. You beat the game, and you end up at the start. Play the game forever. The story won’t change.