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Pull it, stretch it or cry over it, life doesn't stop, it never would. You just have to keep on walking, run instead. The world will never wake up to your inner thoughts, its empty and numb, but still, it's all that you have, the 'utopia'.
For once life's all hunky dory, you pull out all the residual volume of air in your lungs to scream out in happiness, your heart's jumping like when on that top most point of a giant wheel, your stomach groils in bliss.
And the very next moment, you're stuck. Caught in a very dark room, all your light has betrayed you, and you're incapable of producing any of your own. you see nothing, rush to find an edge in a panic where you can desperately bang a wall to get out of there, but, just as you keep moving the wall keeps disappearing. Just the darkness that never ends. You finally fall, tired, but learn to live with it. Adapt.
No one wll ever be back, your universe has collapsed, the soul will crave, but those connections you'd formed-of nakedness, are broken, forever. At times, the smile you fake will be gone, at times, people will sense the fear, it won't change a thing.
You move with the gloom, shake, tremble, howl for someone to be there...but the world is real...no happiness ever after..