This is gonna be weirder than usual.
Can't be helped.
You call me,so here I am.
I know I shut you out sometimes.
I'm always glad to hear from you.
It's just that I get my hopes up.
So many times,it's led to nothing.
I found nothing.
It's like...
We live in a room,and there's a poster on the wall.
We stare at it and we think that's the whole world.
The room and the poster.
The picture's something nice,
a landscape,a famous person.
Like that movie,what is it call,the prison movie?
The room is a cell.
And the picture,it's different for each of us.
It can be beautiful or terrible,but we're all transfixed.
But it's all a lie.
Someting to distract us from thr truth.
They're lying to us.
We're lying to ourselves.
The room is not the world,the world is much bigger and much stranger.
There's a hole behind the poster,that leads to the real world.
We all feel safe in that room.
But sometimes,sometimes,something crawls out from behind the poster.
And the ones that see it happen,freak out and try to forget what they saw.
I'm here.
Why did you bring me here?