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Please do not assume that I, as the author, am incapable of writing properly. This reads the way I intended it to. More chapters will follow.
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"Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence." - Edgar Allan Poe
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June 12 - 2:35 AM
Starting this journal now. Pretty hard when my thoughts aren't my own. Not all mine, anyway. Easy enough to clear that part up. I have something in there, something in my mind. Something got its hooks into me and won't let go. I am a little bit nervous about it, but I'm not scared. It is just weird. Like the first time hearing music through a set of headphones. I remember that. I remember doing that. Before then music came out of scratchy speakers. Splinter gave me some headphones after that. I remember the music was right there. It wasn't from somewhere else. I remember the music came into both of my ears at the same time and seemed to meet in the middle of my mind. It was like it was coming from inside of my head. That's what it's like now. It isn't music, though. Not words, either. Other thoughts. From right there, like through headphones. Sliding in through both sides of my head and meeting in the middle. Thoughts meeting in the middle.
I can't tell my brothers. They wouldn't believe me. Too much time awake, they'd say. Too much time on the computer. No, not too much. I wasn't on the computer when I felt it the first time. I know I wasn't. I was in bed. I still wish I knew what it was. Maybe I should talk to Splinter about it. Maybe. Maybe just walk up and say, "Dad, I need some advice". Yeah. I could do that. Maybe I could do that. I'll do that in the morning. I don't want to wake him up right now, though. It is late. He doesn't sleep much, but when he does he doesn't like to be bothered. I'll talk to him in the morning. I should sleep, too.
I'm hungry. I want something to eat, but it is too late for anything heavy. I want something. I want something red. What do we have that's red? I want something red and warm. What do I want? I can't figure it out. I don't know. I have been up too long, anyway. I should go to bed. I'll talk to Splinter in the morning. It is morning, though. It's early morning. Too early. Or too late. I shouldn't wake him. I'll talk to him in the morning. I'm hungry. What do we have that is red? I'll check in the morning. It is morning. I'll check later in the morning. I should go to sleep now.
