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The point of no return, what's that then, when you're so fucked up you realise you'll never be normal again, in a way it's a nice feeling, you're part of an elite class so abnormality, no one understands you and you can no longer understand them. Your own little exclusive, lonely world, you can make the rules, you might think that when you first arrive in this paradise but sadly it isn't the case. Of course the rules are those set by your head, and your thoughts, you may think of nothing else, just the same memories, the same visions, looping around your mind like a stuck record, racing through the paradise, ripping down trees and whipping up the waters. The skies will cloud and the rain will fall and fall, lighting clashes. A bird perches on a branch, it is pure, innocent and naive of the storm, untouched, young, a tree falls and kills it, instantly. And that seems so funny, what happened to the perfect world, where's it gone ? The inky black clouds loom over the paradise, the warm, sun never rises. The flowers, the creatures, the support, love, dead. They left when the storms came, they would have stayed, but they were forced away, every last one. But it's ok because the winds will always scream, the icy rain will always fall, the darkness will smother you, clocking you, encasing you in a tomb of everlasting black. The paradise is spoilt by the past, but you can't mourn, you musn't cry, or frown, or turn away. Just smile, smile because you're in Paradise, smile because if you showed Paradise wasn't all that great they would break down the barriers and it couldn't be contained. The Paradise is all you have, and it's yours, so keep it that way.
Welcome to Paradise
