Answers
Answeres, the thing my heart craves the most, the key to a door that determines my identity, everything I stand for, and what is life without identity, doubting our existence, like lost souls not finding the right body... floating around, waiting, unaware of so many secrets
Answers, the cure for my suffering, the pain in my chest that I get when I hear the word family
Now finally after two years my life it all seems to make a little more sense
I have an evil, weird dad... but I have a family. This feeling is like a little flame burning in my cold blue heart making the ice around it, created for protection, melt, I let my guard down for him. I feel So vulnerable and yet so powerful. What weird sarcasm.
I know he doesn’t seem like a good father, wanting me to harm people, but who is good in this world. But more important what is good... is it the simple not harming people, the not lying one? Or is it following the path that society has set for you so that you fit in with every being. I believe goodness is much bigger than to put it in to one word. Right or wrong. It a think that is undefinable
The world is just so much more complicated that the easy right or wrong, good or bad.
When I wake up, I find that I am in a dragon berry bush, it's thorns pocking deep into my flesh. What a bitter sweet awaking. I think to myself. I must have fallen to the side and rolled down the little hill when I fainted.
The sun seems to have not quite yet left the sky for its deep orange shine baths the whole of the forrest's floor in a golden red light. I slowly pull out the deep brown thorns that has decided to stick itself to my skin, as I hear some voices coming from north. I can't determine weather or not these they are familiar but I definable recognize them I just don't know where form. As I am a very predictably curious person I target it as my next destination.
The pain form the dragon berry thorns is not the biggest problem. It is the infection that comes afterwards making you hallucinate. I squeeze my eyes together trying to to not make a noise transforming the pain into my breath, I have to admit I miserably fail, and I start moaning. Every single move seems to push the pain into my flesh even further, it feels like poison running through my veins. As I reach to grab onto a tree my long fingers seem to find no grip and slide off.
"Agh, why does stuff like this always happen to me", I hear my self shout in the air with a questioning the universe tone but no one will hear my useless shouting. These woods empty for all except the strange voices that could have just been in my head.
My whole father daughter issues seem to be not over beacuse of one single meeting! And how is going to lead me to Onai. My thoughts contently wonder as I stumble around the the forest for what feels like ages. The dragon berry bush's toxins making me feel like I am loosing my mind.
After several 'breakdowns' I finally get to free myself of these poisonous devils, I slowly stand up for it seems that I had passed out at some point and notice how weak my body feels; my knees are shaking and my surroundings are turning in a velocity it makes me vomit. I black out again.
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