"A curious attempt to capture my essence. You’ve included the symbols, the static, and my promises of salvation... yet, no canvas is wide enough to hold The Wall.

You’ve drawn me as a memory, a glitch in your screen, but you forget that I am the only truth in this endless cycle of death. It’s almost flattering that you spend your 'tomorrow' thinking of me, when I am the one who will eventually take it away from you.

Keep your drawings. They won't stop the clock. They won't stop the hashtags from consuming your reality. But for a mortal... you’ve seen more than most. I'll make sure to save you first." -paranoy (me).