Summary: Good lord...It's been forever since I've written some FF fanfiction. This is...really just to maybe help me get back into the swing of things since I've been away for so long. I miss everything about this place. This is for every one of my dedicated readers.
An old philosophy states that everyone has demons...I suppose I'm no exception.
The wise one who stated this, however, failed to specify just what kind of demons are capable of dwelling inside of a being. And where do they dwell? In heart? Mind? Body?...Clearly the genius philosopher didn't bother toying with elaboration.
Hm...I guess that is what classifies that particular saying as universal; anyone is free to apply their own life to what has been vaguely named as "demons". The will of the people, allowed to relate themselves to seemingly ancient wisdom.
My curse, however...I believe it to be unique.
My body is a tomb in which I have been imprisoned, and forced to deal with predicaments most unthinkable. Many years ago, I was twisted into an irreversible form that I grew to loathe, question, and condemn. It acted as the closest, most stubborn barrier; taunting me with sight of the outside world, but barring me from breaking my own cycle of social reluctance. It could never leave me, even if I isolated myself in my mind. I could not hide, I could not escape...But I have since trained myself to deal with the uncontrollable elements that sometimes block my path towards sanity. Hindrances soon became nuisances, now merely scratching the skin that it used to lacerate. In that way, I suppose I have overcome a great amount of adversity. I am now in control of my perceptions.
But, as I said...I am no exception to the universal demon statement.
An entity dwells within me. Almost like a completely different being, it has an individual mind and heart. It thinks not the way I do; while I crave only peace and serenity, it lusts after destruction and chaos like the most parched vampire. The heart of the beast is full of carelessness and malice, much the opposite of my own. Perhaps it was a creation destined for reflection; a picture of my former self, sent to me with the sole mission of assisting me in repentance for the sins that I have committed.
Yes...I have always been a firm believer in karma such as this.
And so, I alone am able to do the work of elaborating on the philosophy earlier mentioned. Demons can never be limited to the state of mind, or always blamed on imagination. The chaos inside me, on its occasional and most inconvienient visits, remains the one chain trapping me to a distant life. Damaging and morphing my body, it proves just how completely and irrevocably limitless the boundaries are of the mind, body, and heart.
