Strange Thoughts

A Journal Entry From Ernest

-Ernest-

Just another day as a tyrant. Pretty boring work, at least when the power gets to your head. I know it's gotten to mine. It's pretty bad that I still have a good forty years left of my life, before I pass on my powers to a lucky child.

I hope to pass on my power to a young girl. This power has been with men for far too long. See, I am wise. I have a large ego, I have far too much power, and tend to make bad decisions, but I am wise. I just need to learn how to channel my wisdom the right way, and who's better at learning than a wise person? It's simple logic.

Today my wife left me. Her name is Marigold, she's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Her red hair shines in the sunlight, and her cheeks blush whenever someone compliments her. Oh wait, I probably shouldn't have called her a thing. That's not a good term.

My wife left me because I'm a total feminist. I couldn't just love only her. I have to love all the women in my kingdom. If that upsets her, she doesn't deserve me, but she does. Now I realize she's the only woman I want. Now I realize all of the stupid mistakes I've been making. Why am I so stupid? I'm not a feminist, I only use women.

But wait, I'm not stupid. I'm wise, I'm just making bad decisions. I need to stop thinking of what I read from Marigold. She doesn't hate me, she doesn't think I'm a liar. Right? She can't, even if she thinks it. That doesn't make sense. What? She'll come running back to me, one time or another.

I wish I didn't have this power, it's such a burden. I think it's driving me insane, but I know it's not. I know I'm not insane. If I was insane, then why would the people bow to me?

My punishments can be pretty harsh sometimes, but they aren't afraid of me. They worship me like one of our deity's. They worship me like they would die if I die.

It isn't like I inserted trackers into their skin. Wait, I might have done that. I don't know, it's a little fuzzy, but everything is now. My whole world is torn apart.

I wrote a poem today. It's called a haiku I think. I title this poem, "Thoughts".

I hear things to loud

Insanity becomes me

I can feel their thoughts

It was simple, yet the perfect thing to ease my worries just a little bit, but only a little bit. I wrote more, about madness, happiness, and Marigold. It came from the heart. But did it? Didn't I encase my heart with metal, so nothing can ever penetrate it? So Marigold stays inside but everything else stays out? I think I did, but I can't remember. What can I remember? I can remember so much, but not enough. Everything is slipping out of my grasp. Help me. Please.