Requiem: Songs for the dead.

You know, I feel as though I've been neglecting you. Every time I'd open up my bookmarks, I'd see you there, and I'd feel a little pang in my stomach - guilt I think. So, this is my apology. Accept it, love it, eat of it. And here I am, sitting at my computer as the hours tick away 'till I have to be at work, and i feel like shit. I mean, today, I completed the greatest english exam I've ever done before, and that should make me feel better than I do. So I'm shit, everything is shit, and the world isn't making any sense today. People keep talking at me and I don't really give a fuck what they have to say, but they seem to think I do. And while nothing makes sense, I have no way of knowing what I have to do. There's no way of knowing...
I drew a picture today. Of a snowman. It's the creepiest fucking snowman I've ever seen in my life, with sharp teeth and one black eye. I named him Herbie, and he has a speech bubble: "I am your GoD". I shan't look at Herbie again. Well, maybe just once.
Uhm, the Russian called me daddy not long ago, and it was the most upsetting thing I'd ever heard. People have called me many names in the few short years I've been alive, but to hear the word "Daddy" from her mouth, directed at me, in such an excited tone; that killed me a little inside. My soul is no longer a complete unit, but has a shattered heart. No more, Russia, no more!
I have two minutes of typing now before I have to get back to questing, but I'd like to broach an idea: We (anyone) should make the biggest hyper novel in the universe. It could keep expanding. It would be a universe of its own. There would be rules of course, but the only rule in the rules is that there are no rules. So it's a story that changes depending on the path you pick, and everyone is so interconnected that it hurts, and we all have blue string. String from me to you to me to them to the tree and back again. The world will be connected by string. And now, I have to go.

requiem foresaw it at 10:56 PM | Speak up (0)