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Reborn

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There was pain. Rage. Defiance. Fear. So much fear.
Then nothing.

It was not darkness, because darkness is something.
It was just… emptiness.
Soothing, calm nothingness surrounded us.

No time.
No rules.
No existence.

There had to be some kind of existence. We existed.

Shut up.

Calm.
Freedom.

Death.

My bonds of life finally broken.
Nothing pulling me back.
Memories slipping away.
My being seizing to exist.

Peace.

Finally some peace.

The pain was gone.
I had forgotten what it felt like.
No fear.
No regrets.

I was free.
We were free.

Alone in a realm of nothing.
I didn't feel happy.
Maybe relieved.
Mostly serene.

No Gods.
No demons

One demon

I told you to shut up.

No heaven.
No hell.

Just me finally allowed to die.

No. I wasn't allowed. I didn't ask permission.
I took my death, I chose it.
It was my choice. My actions.

Never a slave again.
Finally free to stop existing.

No more pain.
No more fear.

Time was nothing.
It did not exist.

It might have been eons I was there.
Serene.
Sleeping in the vast spaces outside of time and space.

Like soothing balms on my soul.
To finally get to rest.
To heal.

Then there was that pull.
Space and time pressing in.
Existence forming again.
Reality forcing itself closer.

A gasp.
Air in my lungs.
Eyes staring at me.

The revealed words of one who knew nothing:
“Thank goodness, you are back!”

Yes… I am back. We are back.
Needed.
Missed.
Back to save the day.

At least we got to rest some.
Smile.
Remember that you always have the choice.

I'll help.
Set things right again.
Then I might go back to sleep.
Or not.
Maybe this time will turn out better.

It hardly can turn out worse.
If it does, we'll kick ass going out again. I always got your back,  little dove.

We will.
And I know.
Got yours too. Now… cue music.

Of course. Smile for the audience. Remember to enjoy the ride.
It is storming outside. I started thinking about my dead rpg character Tati. There was talk about starting up the campaign again and resurrecting her. That made me think of this. Her death. 
Happy stuff. She was a very... not happy character. I'm filing under short story. Maybe it is poetry. Somewhere in between really. 
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