Autor: Weird Load
Title: Itachi
Disclaimer: Naruto is not owned by me … even if I like playing with the characters.
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I cannot begin to describe the feeling that grasps me so, but I am so certain that it cannot be an emotion, after all, all I feel is … numb.
I don't believe that I'll truly fit into society, I feel too different. Groups smother me and the wish to be alone rarely ceases. Most do not understand my need for space simply crowding with their selfish needs and desires. I fear that I am losing myself to this complete and utter nothing, this indifference.
Yet underneath this indifference and human form, something primal lingers so close beneath the surface. Grasping. Waiting. For simple release from this cage that hold it so strong. Perhaps this feeling is what drives me from wishing to spend time with others. They do not comprehend, and I am unsurprised.
The need to be free never strays far from the confines of my mind. Yet this freedom which I desperately crave will never come. And I believe that I shall remain here for all eternity within a room with no door to escape it. Fear lingers at the thought before numbness sets in, then, it no longer matters.
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… Yes, you see that button. Yes that one down there … click it. you know you want to!
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