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Journal,
A lot happened today. I can't really describe it. Things seem to be getting crazier and crazier all around me, but suddenly I'm the only sane one around. It's so calm inside. That windmill's gone! There's a house where it used to be. There're clouds in the sky (which is whole!), there's a sun, a gentle breeze... it feels like home. Like my very own mind.
I woke up today tortured by haunting dreams and cracked skies. A slave to my own soul. I lay down, now, a free man. A man in control of himself. Freedom of self, it seems, is a freedom taken for granted by most. It's truly an amazing thing. Labrae, though, is skeptical. Thinks I'm some kind of trap. I can't describe how much it hurts, the way she looked at me. The way she talks to me. Careful, cautious. Like I could explode and kill her at any moment. Like I'm some kind of monster
I just wish she'd say "I love you, too". Without her, I'm not complete after all.
-Zanik (Going to have to write some happier stuff in here from now on. Awful book of bad memories, you are.)
A lot happened today. I can't really describe it. Things seem to be getting crazier and crazier all around me, but suddenly I'm the only sane one around. It's so calm inside. That windmill's gone! There's a house where it used to be. There're clouds in the sky (which is whole!), there's a sun, a gentle breeze... it feels like home. Like my very own mind.
I woke up today tortured by haunting dreams and cracked skies. A slave to my own soul. I lay down, now, a free man. A man in control of himself. Freedom of self, it seems, is a freedom taken for granted by most. It's truly an amazing thing. Labrae, though, is skeptical. Thinks I'm some kind of trap. I can't describe how much it hurts, the way she looked at me. The way she talks to me. Careful, cautious. Like I could explode and kill her at any moment. Like I'm some kind of monster
I just wish she'd say "I love you, too". Without her, I'm not complete after all.
-Zanik (Going to have to write some happier stuff in here from now on. Awful book of bad memories, you are.)