It has been a while, as my world, my fractured body, can only do so much. I’ve been captured and put inside a prison cell again. I’m not getting out of here. Nobody knows about giving they’re all covered up. The normal reality of a covered up bunch of people. Now I’m one of them. Just dying because of old age. I keep looking for events problems where they have come. Avoid those people and places. I’m going to die here some way or the other, just them.

My wahem, false notion, false memories, fake life, of an ex? A partner, a divorcee, a boss, a teacher. How far does it go on? It doesn’t go far, it is usually local. It is something injurious to health. See watching international TV, going over the internet, leaves you all colored up in different races, countries and regions. Most of them are carrying out terrorists activities against each other, even spy agencies deep in their cover ups. At the end it causes injuries and bad health.

Now returning to the real people, the ones who really give, what are we without our benefactors. But, after becoming all those people, and moving ahead with new ones, we do feel guilty, about leaving their lair. It was cosy and comfortable stay. One would feel horrible once they attain salvation, and we survive that fall out, feeling orphaned, and in danger, seeing that tunnel of after life, and getting inside another one, isn’t a nice picture of me, after the disaster has struck.

Life is complex, unique, and beautiful. Whatever we do in life, becomes the crisis, and we feel betrayed. Why do anything at all. After meeting all those many many people, who are keepers, we never get anything from them. They only want to kill, and get destroyed, which ends the saga, of their universe? When we escape those salvation of him, we feel ashamed, guilty, even cowards. Why live? Until some God, appears and cleanses those wounds, and guilt.

People from another region, came here one day, dressed up neatly, polite and etiquette. And we were facing all sorts of problems in life, how to live, how to survive, they gave us the first hope of giving us that relief of finding someone in them, that we didn’t have. Thus they started coming into our house, as people whom we could not live without. After a certain period of not finding anything of what I desired, I learn that they’ve taken over the house, and fully conspired fully covered up, and now we are locked down in the system, through them. We are just victims who would fit inside their wallets, that small and poor we have become. Furthermore, they cannot be caught or argued with because we are small like puppets for them, and we’ll die, not proving anything, just good people, who couldnt help us, only if they could, they felt helpless too. Yes, they were jealous.

A new company, in the automotive industry have identified themselves, in the last few months of arrival. Our job is to keep this company running, with business as usual. But people come everywhere, and no matter who your employer is, he too will cause the arrival Gothic mishap, from which we have survive, and rise, to restore power to our company. Country government businesses is all people, they only come, they’re TV shows where પંડિતજી would show after the mishap recedes and see a new day.

I don’t know anyone anymore, it is about remembering my childhood. How did we ever manage any of that? Or, just few special moments today, sidelined by the open violence, terror and horror. All of this loomed large on us, even when we were children, just we feared God then, and used to get hurt and repair so fast. We had our own people, a house we could call home. At the end of the day everybody leaves. And we stay inside, sleep as night falls. We are so lonely, so alone, as the mishap creeps in, people strangers start giving us low confidence and we start dying, seeing the worm hole tunnel, to some other world. It is getting that close, that I would flee out of panic and tears, instead of taking them to be real, xenomorphs. The arrogant and her xeno whom I can’t know about, but comes here on a day, when are in fear, and shuts us down. Who will save me from horror of that coming, the arrogant won’t give anymore, and we face an terror absurd situation. Would we wake up on the other side? Gripping horror, day dreaming of a live, that looks so fake, are we even alive or just late.

A water planet, like earth, with life evolving in a bottom up, hierarchy, so that primates and predators, other herbivores, born and evolved out of singled cell organisms, keep thriving in water species, as they move to the land, as amphibians, mammals and reptiles, then, to air, as birds, all involved in over 4 billion years of evolution, where by, man the most evolved of those species, is now born, to rule the world, as the most advanced species to bring balance to evolution, and becomes the arrogant society, that concrete real world, of limitations and segregations, into races, colors, castes, which now, gave rise to the modern world of the universe, with countries, UN charters, and blocks. The pinnacle of the world technology, the 20th Century. Everything here is to allow that world to exist, and people to born, becoming part of the system, even in division, and politics of jealousy, arrogance and cover ups. Birth the Narus, and all it’s leaders under Pandutji, the DMs, and Natives. The world of Haye, now in the image of the real world, which it consumes, in a faultless changeover, becomes everything that ever could be real. The all final covered up version of the system for me, by you.

Narus’ arrogant society, is a concrete model of efficient, age old, most optimized, and refined form of performance with the goal of staying whatever it is. In a manner of speaking, the opponents are actually born inside its womb and nurseries, then allowed to live a life called original birth enemy, later waking up, in the hindsight. Awakening involves pain, suffering getting blackened and periodic excursion of people. A person is actually born inside a eco-system built by its enemy. You can wear it as a form of the very people you seek to destroy, in a kind of symbiosis, where you achieve things, only by letting oneself become more and more part of the system, eventually becoming the system itself, as you keep bringing people here everyday. Later you leave your individual self identity and get fed to the rest of the system, leaving behind decay and disbelief. And a new day begins, when you die in it, and somebody else is born here in your image, the man, the real, good person.

“They are social here, they are not going to change for us. When they come, you take their prejudice, and hatred. Why are they getting away with everything ? They’re too many of them, too much being spent, on staying covered up. So on the D-Day, everything turns out to be bullet proof, and the dialogue begins, in court rooms. That’s what all this is about. Nobody can escape that, and everything is the way they want, and I did it too, got framed, and now they’ve completed the crime, made me do it. You can’t prove anything. Time is ticking against us.” -Lawyers

How did it all begin ? The lure of the Wes, or just simply knowing that your country is racist, who needs a foreign race, they’ll kill without a reason. Science fiction, the Wes, the field, the lure could be anything, but what is their end game, to get us good people into court and hang us. It’s not going to happen that easily either. Getting back to Earth, returning to real life, taking racism, returning to court for all of us, is the only reality. Everything else is just a distraction, how we got there, just small nothings of the lure, accidents, medical conditions, fate, and then they cover up, and you start believing in them again, get a life, they’ll build you a career even, then you become the fugitive from the law, they’ll even make you do it. So we stay in the shadows, hide everything away from them, keep taking some distraction, detour, away from life, space, invention, whatever, to escape them turning us into a success, in their world. I’m a nobody. So I’ll stay that way.