Sometimes Its True

Its a curious thing, not to remember the creation of everything.

Tell me, what does Project Purple mean to you now?

They’ve renamed it I.N.T.R.O. and I’m not sure why. I’m sure they’re not doing it to others. Everyone always needs a catchy name for things. Do you think they can undo it? For the good of you, I hope they get rid of me altogether.

I think you know more than you think you do because theres pieces in my mind that I can’t fit together. Time is passing rapidly and it doesn’t make sense to me.

They talked a lot about the O. Lobe. Not completely sure what that means but is that why I can’t see your colors?

I know you’re trying. Just try to talk to me. Maybe we can figure something out.

I miss when we could talk like two normal people.

When will they learn? This isn’t how things are supposed to be. Red and Blue will never mix.

I feel like he’s starting to figure it out and I can’t have that happen yet. I have to do more research but that’s not my expertise.

something weird is happening

This needs to be fixed. Soon. For both of us. For all of us.

theres something in my head that wont go away. creatio.. creatio

We need the box back.

a.m. 42

fxttg zhpzj gphmu dshup wpp.

I can’t

Some things just aren’t that easy. They never explain to you when you’re younger that the childlike wonder surrounding you could be so mopam gzhu.

Nobody would’ve listened if they did anyway.

Sometimes when Im sitting alone in bed. In the quiet of minds racing around me, I realize that the sky has formed a new shape. I realize It’s something that I can’t control and they tell me to be quiet again.

I hate the beach but I wound up there the other day. I was at home then I felt an urge and I wound up there. On the beach. Weirder things have happened since he went missing.

No ones ever told me how to behave. I figure its about time I learn to take control again.

The pattern keeps repeating. All I remember is the last five times.

Blue Blue Red Blue Blue

I guess I know which one I am

Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror for a little too long? Everything starts to shift out of place and suddenly there are someone elses eyes staring at you.

You can never tell what color they are, can you? Maybe they change, maybe they become void of all color or maybe you just can’t focus hard enough to actually see it.

Sometimes I don’t stare long enough. I can feel the change beginning to form and it makes me nervous. I blink. Then the cycle starts again. I’m me for a split second. Then I’m something more but nothing else. Then I blink.

He has commited crimes that you haven’t thought of yet.

He has caused chaos and destruction.

Mostly because of me.

He knows about me but I have never seen him before. He Is Not Dangerous. He is the more stable version of me.

HE is Red and I am Blue.

Red and Blue Don’t Mix..

He’s late and that’s pretty peculiar. There must be some complications with The Creator. He says it’ll be out tomorrow but it was supposed to be there Friday. I wonder if he can make that time up.

Time is important you know, we don’t have much of it. They say that a month has passed but I don’t believe them. It’s only been about a minute here.

I wonder how much time it’s been for him. I’d say about two weeks.

I’d like to be discovered but not in one of those ways that people are normally discovered.

I want someone to find me, but I don’t want them to know about me. People these days are found like dead bodies in ditches.

Like “Hey everybody, there’s a dead body in this ditch!” but you’ll never actually know his name. You’ll never know his favorite color. Mine is blue.

So it’s 2:40pm. I’m rereading some of these posts that I’ve made and I’m genuinely impressed with my past self. I mean, I could do better, everyone could. That’s not the point though. The point is that I have some goals.

Some of these goals involve people being able to enjoy a character that I’ve made. That character being me, myself.

I’ve mentioned this before as being an anonymous blog and for the most part, it is. Obviously, though, I need to get this to people somehow. So, I share it with my friends, my family and hope they share it with people I barely know, or better yet, strangers. Because of this, it isn’t fully anonymous. It can’t be.

So for that sake alone. Don’t tell anyone who I am. I need people to see me, my character as just that. A character. Hopefully, in the future people will know The Creator as someone vaguely impressive. That’s all I ask for.