Reverie and Nightmares

Diary 1

"Normal hands can't talk, normal hands can't sing, normal hands can't wish. I know this. I know this very well. It's never a bother to know, it's never a bother to ask, don't have to cry. Green and Red are real. Others aren't."

Why can't others understand that? Why do I have to carve at them with words of hate for them to understand? Others can't bother to realize that basic knowledge. They wouldn't. It would tear their desires, hopes, and dreams, like their faith. Average hands can't talk, regular hands can't sing, and average hands can't wish. I know this; I know this very well. It's never a bother to know; it's never a bother to ask—no need to cry. Green and Red are natural. To bring back a realtor is just as honest. It's my very existence. It's my very existence, and that is why cancer didn't finish me off.

Signs of decay, although still there, prove me as human. Even when I'm dead, I'm still alive.

As alive as I was human, I would've said, but I've ascended far more than that, that that sentence would leave a horrible taste in my mouth, one that would stick by me for months even with all the mouthwash and cleaning.

With my companion by my side, I can finally impress my father from the pit below, as he'd been expecting me. It's been all too difficult on my own, and now, with a companion with the head of a pumpkin, I can finally get through the work that needs to be completed.

The diamond, I've found it.

The emerald, I've taken it.

The heart, I've eaten it.
Things are finally going my way, but with the only non-believer who believes in me finally acknowledging me for being me, I know I must go away. I must go away and find her when I can. She wouldn't be so complimentary, so I'll pull her in. I was pulling in and to get before they could pull back. It's perfect. It's perfect.

Many, and so many, will die.

I'm counting on it.

I'm looking forward to it, as my powers grant it. And their powers will give them such a gift, too.

And the Pumpkin will arise. Oh, he will.

And that's because the normal can't do it.

I was summoned from the box once again.

And this time, the punishment was my release. My complete release. I will terrorize.

Oh, sweet Mikan. You've gotten taller. Oh, how you've snatched a boy? I knew that you would.

You were made for love. And now I'm going to terrorize you.

Average hands can't talk, regular hands can't sing, and average hands can't wish. I know this; I know this very well. It's never a bother to know; it's never a bother to ask—no need to cry.

Greenand Red are real.