How wonderful...
When all the people in the world think that you're crazy
And you are really far from sane
Still you know how to look amazing
Look amazing in your own way
V.R.
POV: Murderer
Once again, I find myself listening to the drunken ramblings of the mad gypsy, Ivy. It's been several days now, and she seems to have shut herself off from the world, rejecting any attempts by her friends to coax her out of her solitude. This behavior is unlike her; in the short time that I've known her, I already managed to recognize her as a representative of a 'small world of the wild animals' who likes nothing better than mess around the meadows. Whether with someone or alone. Alone with her horse. But even her beloved horse, once her constant companion, seems to have been forgotten in this era of isolation. It pains me to see her like this, trapped in a cycle of self-destructive behavior and unable to break free from its grip. She only sits all day in her adobe home, builds meaningless conspiracy theories and lays out the beloved tattered tarot deck. I'd rather go back to hell - she's so unbearably brainwashing! And she herself seems to be really enjoying it all. Sometimes there's an uncontrollable temptation to break fuck up the fucking fourth wall, grab brass knuckles right from her chest of drawers giving it a good crack between her thick black eyebrows to knock out this fucking "third eye" to hell! Okay, what's wrong with me... I need to switch before she starts noticing me. Yes, I need to stop. I find myself once again overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions, both negative and unsettling. It's as if I'm teetering on the edge of a precipice, unsure of which way to turn. These feelings threaten to consume me, to pull me into their dark abyss, and I fear that if I don't find a way to escape soon, I may never recover. But what can I do? How can I stop these emotions from overtaking me? I need to find a way to switch gears, to distract myself from the turmoil within. Perhaps I could throw myself into my work. But my work is literally she! I need to regain control of my emotions before they spiral out of control. It won't be easy, but I must try. For my own sanity.
I see that she has already switched too. Are our thoughts in sync doesn't it? Haha. But seriously, for the first time in hours she put aside her deck, pushed away the Ouija board and pulled down her pendulum. She even stopped scribbling and scratching the huge canvas of paper with caricatured tic-tac-toe. Never in my life will I understand what it is. The Priestess knows that no matter how much I try to understand what is in this girl's head, I can't... Her thoughts are darkness. Everything in them is shrouded in mystery. She lives and breathes it. She herself is a mystery. A couple of moments ago I was sure that I didn't feel anything for her except negative emotions, but after I curbed them and they faded into the background, I... I still can't pull myself together, and the previous emotions offset by new ones. It's as if her presence has the power to stir up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, leaving me adrift in a sea of confusion. This is not the first time I have experienced this substitution and it haunts me. No matter how much I try, it keeps happening. I seem to be spinning in a whirlwind or floating on unrestrained waves. This is how I can describe how I feel. I hate to feel, I always dreamed of being cold... And so what - now I feel even when I'm dead. Yet, even in death, I find myself haunted by emotions that refuse to be silenced. It's as if I'm condemned to feel, to be swept away by the currents of my own inner turmoil. And in the midst of it all, I can't help but long for the tranquility of numbness, for the peace that comes with the absence of sensation. Seems like when I was alive I wasn't dead inside. She has an insane energy, and she kinda like promotes her own energy into the ambience. It knows no boundaries, no limits, spreading like wildfire from room to room, house to house, state to state. It stretches across continents, traversing oceans, reaching every corner of the globe with its undeniable presence. In her presence, the world seems to come alive, pulsating with the raw power of her being. It's as if she channels the very essence of existence itself, igniting a cosmic symphony that reverberates through the cosmos. Her energy is far from being negative, that only I'm was trying to deceive myself that it's negative. It's like a way of self-defense, an attempt to establish an emotional block to myself. To setup a barrier between us. But in this case, there is no need for a barrier, because then I'll not be able to overcome it... Priestess, why did I agree to your adventure? Why did I need all this? I already died... as they said you can't unscramble scrambled eggs.
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High Priestess and the sinners
Paranormal"So cut the rose in full bloom, 'till the fearless come and the act is done..." When the Priestess descended to Earth and justice was done, she chose two dead sinners and sent them one more time to the world of alive. She did it for a reason, but fo...
