Into another dimension could sound almost a romantic an idea, somehwere beyond the stars and into the unknown in a far away place or world. But what if you were forced to travel the roads leading to the dimensions machine and unexplored territory. That said, I would have been happy to get in it without the duress. I was railroaded by the all surrounding forces that be and into where I am now. Its almost as if being forced to write words I don't ever want read and especially if words enlighten for purpose to create more fright. But my sanity and patience now fast running out I write to get me to sleep each night. My attempts to quieten the between the ears buzzing bees noise while in the romance from hell.

I was forced back into Plato's cave, a dimension in the universes prison box, a place where escape appears only by death. Back where I had come from I am forced to find a way to survive pretending the shadows flickering on realities wall are not complete bullocks. A place were you never get to feel comfortable nor relaxed and to think this was there plan from the very beginng. A plan that include the making of your entire family into what it is now, mechanism for keeping me in a pure hell.

id: 5d09fa5c-36dc-44b2-a29d-63568bfa4baa I am not sure if they are too conscious of it but I sure as hell am. If they where to read this I am sure stupidity will prevail and they will think I have written to get something back. Not true and it will never be my fault for others demons and the setting up with lies and the covering of lies. Having to never face the consequences of your secrets and the lying which continues to mount ontop. Once a conscious human being crosses the line a continuous bullshit and lies surrender their soles to serve evil for the miniscule fee, free. Or maybe each of them have done there deal with the devil. If they have, they are so very cheap.