Mr. Cerveaux
As tempting as it sounds, being alone in my body, killing A, then I found her to be of more use alive. All the boring talks and people I can simply avoid by letting her be in control. The numbers speaks for themselves. Whenever I am tired of someone I can simply pull back and rest. However, red is such a beautiful color.
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What keeps you awake?
My favourite colour is no colour. Black is peaceful.
Mr. Cerveaux
If I am interested, angry or annoyed, I have a hard time sleeping. I can act quite obsessed at times, my father's shop was usually the place I was at home, surrounded by the dark natures of the human mind. Now I find myself far from places I relax in. A usually calls me dark and twisted. Black would be my second favorite color. The blood red that stands against the black background. My current walls at night. So beautiful, yet so not my home.
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I have heard these words "dark" and "twisted" directed at me. Dark like a crow's wing. Twisted like an old tree. Dark means hidden in shadow, so a dark person cannot know themselves. I know myself. And you seem to know yourself. So we are not dark, we are light.
Twisted means a thing has been warped from what it once was. But everyone changes. Everyone warps. If we are twisted, so is the world.
Mr. Cerveaux
Most people do not share that view. Personally I would never say that I was dark nor light. I am simply me, and people should accept me as I am. The world changes constantly. It will only be a matter of time, before I am free again, so far four months in the same room. They cannot keep me separated from my wand forever, nor can they keep me separated from the world.
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What will you do when you are "free"?
Mr. Cerveaux
Visit my sister, work for my father, hunt down a few people who have wronged me. Any particular reason for asking?
L
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Because freedom seems an empty word. It refers only to escape from physical confinement.
Mr. Cerveaux
No one can lock up my thoughts. My body is another talk. I am currently stuck in the asylum near Irvingly.
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When thoughts like ours are freed, the world locks us away. Body and mind cannot both be free.
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