Folks believe that the world’s deepest hole lies our core, keeping the world in place and intact.
Some folks believe that in the world’s deepest hole lies all things unforbidden and hellish. People who did bad deeds belonged to these deep holes.
But that would be a lucky choice, isn’t it?
At first, I believe that monsters and the biggest creatures live at the bottom of our world because they fight their whole lives to keep the world from danger. The world itself became their eggshell, and they are the core. As a functional core, their strength feeds the world’s needs at least to stay sane.
I dug the hole; I’ve been wanted for years for the number of attempts to do so and number of arrests or interruptions in the process.
Finally, choosing the right place will set the status of how the authorities would find me and they can’t because I chose to dig under this ravine.
Yes, to be invisible with the people, I must find the bottom of the ravine first. In there, no one would suspect that it’s me, it's human, it’s a wanted human obsessed in finding the truth about the bottom of earth.
What makes them stop me anyway?
Am I going to ruin the world if I do?
Am I going to die under if I go? Then it has nothing to do with them
How about them trying to dig the hole? How about me? Am I not allowed to apply the same goal?
What’s up if the one who discovered what lies beneath is just a ‘normie’ a ‘nobody’ to a crowd?
I still don’t know why no one dared to find the bottom of a ravine.
The bottom of a ravine like what others describe is a forgotten place. Anything that falls in here is forgotten. Must be an instant grave that’s why they tend to avoid this thought.
Aside from the hazard of falling, you will face the darkness of the falling and the split-flash of your body into pieces, like a broken glass.
Funny how the body becomes glass under these circumstances isn’t it?
Under the push of uncertainty and fear, we became glass.
Though, we are stationary peeps.
I dug and dug and dug.
If monsters are here at the bottom, then it should alert them that someone was trying to pass through their gate.
This is a gate, the rock that separates us.
If the wall was built vertically, then this ground must be the wall built horizontally.
There must be a home somewhere under.
And I felt it as I was digging.
I dig, I dig, nothing to see
I wonder how worms see when they dig under. They lived under, didn't they?
I wonder what they are feeling and seeing when they’re crawling under.
Ground is like water, they have depths, but they are hard to pass through.
I had a fear of water, perhaps I can see the darkness of the bottom and how accessible they are, how open they are, how free and unrestricted. That thought scared me most. Why?
No element of surprise, you just had to deal with your own feelings first before facing it, as if I am going to face my own self under.
I became my own worst enemy when faced with water.
Is it funny that truth and honesty scares me?
And this ground, it became a venture of truth, unraveling to challenge and justify my ideas.
Confirming my speculations, my visions, my ideas drives me. It motivates me to pass this ground, to pass these walls.
You know what’s funny truth?
I dig the hole
Almost live with machines I am using
Almost live under, for years, I don't even know where to count
I never knew I would be tired seeing walls.
And I’ve gone to realized how stupid this idea was
How stupid but a great way to die with peace
Not until I’ve seen a blue light
I thought it's just the reflection of water under the ground. It's possible, you know, and I think it would be a beautiful scapes to witness.
But I think it wasn’t water, it made me stop and made me step out of the engines.
I should be climbing down but I wasn’t, I instead climbed up. As if I came under the world, not from the top of the world.
And in there, at the bottom of our world is another world.
You know what’s funny?
Every nature in my world and everything is the opposite of this world. They are living upside down.
‘I came from the grounds’ in this world is an equal statement in my world as ‘I came from the heavens’.
They are not living at the top of the ground; they are living amidst the mist air.
Ground is their gift.
But ours, heaven is our gift.
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