A/N: Thoughts of Hamlet, lamenting his lost love and the destruction of his flourishing and beautiful world.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hamlet.
I no longer no what to believe in this harried world. Nothing is as it seems! Never would I have thought my virtuous mother to be one to allow her passions to get the best of her. Never would I have thought my dear Ophelia a mere play actor in this great drama.
Tell me, oh Lord, did she ever truly bestow her love upon me, or was it all an act, a terrible scene from this madness?! I long to hear her voice again, to have her tell me it was all honest, she would love me forever!
But alas, the mighty river has swallowed her feeble life, and perhaps my sanity with it. How, oh, how?! How could such madness have leapt from the walls of my lifetime home, this great, horrible castle we call Elsinore?
Why do they all torment me? I have no proposal of what lies upward and what lies downward, no longer hold any sense of my surroundings. I find myself consumed with grief and confusion. Do I seek revenge, hark the ghost of my father's form, or do I trust no one, stay within myself, and seek safety and refuge?
Oh, I long to feel the touch of Ophelia's soft, pale skin, inhale the scent of lavender forever trailing about her person. Why?! Why was she taken from me? Why must this cruel world devour all that I held dear in this miserable life?!
Cold, evil thoughts conquer my mind. I could easily take my own life, end everything, allow death to consume me into a welcome, beautiful peace. But what of Claudius? What of my mother, and Horatio, and even Laertes, brother to that whom I loved? Shall I leave them behind? Shall I allow Claudius to triumph with his evil? Shall I leave my mother bound to his side until their dieing day?
Shall I leave Horatio to sort through it all, attempt to scrap together the life of which he once knew? Leave Laertes alone, without family or friend, to contend with his own grief and loss? No. I cannot be swallowed by greed, and leave behind the world that I know to toil and burn in the hands of a man whom I dare not claim as kin.
I shall return to the world, leave behind my thoughts to entertain at yet another quiet moment, and turn back to the madness and anguish my life had become. I had duties yet to fulfill.