A Brief Reflection On Promises By VaN SHuttleworth

Promises are falsehoods told to the desperate, who have something to lose, by demons with nothing to lose. These promises are made to be broken, delivering the pain that these creatures feed on when the desperate lose all they were so desperate to keep. Still, the desperate, in their desperation, give all they have in trust to these malevolent beings over and over again, begging and wishing for their tears not to be spilled again and again over their faces, still wet from the last despair painted there by the previous painter of pain.

So, which course is best? Should the beasts try to discover humanity, or should the desperate simply decide that human decency is just as fictitious as those empty promises? Personally, I have tried to walk both roads but have realised that both are paths of futility that leave you simply screaming into the void. After much deliberation, I have also realised that if I was indeed screaming into the void, and the void was, as all good voids should be, conforming to its definition of nothingness, then I couldn't possibly be screaming into anything and should rather focus on whatever it was I was doing when I walked into this room in the first place.