A little Touch of Madness
You know, Dear Reader, you can't really claim to know anything about reality until you've looked into the eyes of someone who knows nothing about it at all. Try telling me that the world is a safe place and I'll laugh you down. I got the rare chance to see a friend go mad not too long ago; we've all read of insanity somewhere, more likely than not in the paperback horrors I love so much, but to honestly see it at work is a kind of experience that is both illuminating and terrifying. Eyes are important to me, to quote someone dear to my heart. I speak to people through them, look for familiarity in them. To see all traces of someone you logically recognize you know like the back of your hand just vanish...it's disquieting, to say the least.
She honestly had no clue who I was. Knew my name every once in a while, but had no associations with that name. I was a floating entity, a threat, and I've got the bruises to prove her mindset. The person that almost bit a chunk out of my bicep is curled up asleep in my room, dozing as peacefully as you like. She's fine now; it was a combination of exhaustion and mixing two things that should never be mixed....but I just can't see the same human being in her. Maybe it's just me, but I can still catch a glimpse of the animal lurking behind those baby blues of hers, and I'm just waiting for it to come out again. I wonder how much this changes things?
No other news; only midterm today, kind of studied, still feel good. I'm starting to feel the last week weight me down; only two more full days and then I'm free for a week. Two more days; 48 hours. This can be done, no sweat, barring any unseen circumstances. And for that I have places to go, and, if need be (and dear god, those eyes...I certainly hope there's no need) duct tape.
She honestly had no clue who I was. Knew my name every once in a while, but had no associations with that name. I was a floating entity, a threat, and I've got the bruises to prove her mindset. The person that almost bit a chunk out of my bicep is curled up asleep in my room, dozing as peacefully as you like. She's fine now; it was a combination of exhaustion and mixing two things that should never be mixed....but I just can't see the same human being in her. Maybe it's just me, but I can still catch a glimpse of the animal lurking behind those baby blues of hers, and I'm just waiting for it to come out again. I wonder how much this changes things?
No other news; only midterm today, kind of studied, still feel good. I'm starting to feel the last week weight me down; only two more full days and then I'm free for a week. Two more days; 48 hours. This can be done, no sweat, barring any unseen circumstances. And for that I have places to go, and, if need be (and dear god, those eyes...I certainly hope there's no need) duct tape.