the void has called me, through dream yoga. it obliterates the known like a devouring god. 
all thoughts are energy, and all thoughts of the void feed its growth. 

'you are alive, that means you have, a responsibility.'
'i'm not a super hero.'
'yes you are captain mission, you are captain mission.'
'afraid not. you have got confused along the way, it can happen. i've seen it occur many times, it's easy to get confused when you focus upon me, i'm a massive rorschach test.'
'stop it mission, stop fucking with me.'
'sorry babe, i know it's hard to accept but find someone else to focus upon.'
'fuck off mission.'

i'm the void, i devour you. my words and thoughts infiltrate your mind as it is weak and vulnerable. it is defenceless and filled with candy floss. it really wants to believe in all the nice things life has to offer, things like love, joy and bliss. but these are infants dreams. life is a howling storm of chaos and conflict and you protect yourself from the truth with idiot walls and ideals.

'but i believed in you.'
'you believe in your idea of me, but not in me. and that is the cause of your sickness.'
'i'm not sick! you have to have something to believe in, something to look forwards to, my grandfather always told me that.'
'i believe in death and life. i look forwards to both.'
'you are horrible.'
'no. i am free.'