"There was an old woman who swallowed a spider"

"Why, oh why?"

"To catch the fly"

"Well why on earth did she swallow the fly?"

"I don't know why"

"Perhaps, she'll die"

"Well who was the spider and who was the fly?"

"Now that is for you to decide"

"Decide?"

"Decide, deduce, deduct as you may"

"Is there a true answer?"

"That depends"

"On what?"

"On what you ask?"

"On what, that's right"

"On whether you choose it to be"

*THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS*

He lured me in.

That's what I say when they ask me; like a rabbit to a snare. It's as if he caught me within his grasp. At first I thought that I was trapped, but then I realized I was heading for the cliff. The ledge that fell away to nothing.

Nothing. Nothing seems sweeter than his touch, his embrace. Not a wish or a prayer could be answered if it weren't for him; his care.

He prevented my fall; my death; my end.

When apart the world seems as it once was; warped and sour and bleached of colour like withered women, almost as if it's dying. And I; I feel trapped and enclosed and seek power and control to prevent this, this fear of being beaten.

When he returns it's sweet like his kiss, and his love warms my heart in an instant like a toffee fudge sundae can cool you on a mellow afternoon.

And I've never felt anything quite as melancholic as this, an encompassing water that surrounds me yet somehow I breathe and I feel no pain while still I know I'm drowning.

When he is with me; one and only; my saviour.

Perhaps there are angels after all.

*REBIRTH*

Boredom.

That is this feeling, weighing on my shoulders, heavy like a thick smog coats a country morning; cold and dull and pointless.

Pointless, everything seems pointless, why am I here? I know everything that they "Teach" me, I answer every question- correctly -; i'm not on the hunt for ever increasing knowledge no, what I'm looking for is a challenge.

A challenge, something testing, something life-changing, exiting; something pressing and new and spectacularly wonderful, of mind and wit and skill and will with a passionate chase all thrown into one! Now that begs the question...

Where will I find it? Not now, not here; not in this room or in these streets no, I need a mind as brilliant as mine. No, more brilliant, fantastic! A genius of the greatest proportions, somebody who can fight me and win, not a draw but defeat, I need the taste of defeat! Just once in my life I need to not be the best. I need somebody to win against me fair and square and I need them to not have to try.

But how would we find each other; hmm that's a tricky one, let's see...

Dating website?

No, that will get me some clingy girl who's pretty but dumb as a stick. I won't find a love match of any type there, who with a brain such as mine, nay even greater be whiling away hours on the hunt for a hook up, no. Where would I locate intelligence come on, THINK! How do I wind down, how do I chill!?

...

Oh yes, that's right... Alone.

I'm alone when I relax.

I'm alone when I feel the most comfortable in the best place, when i'm free.

But why?

Why, because it seems that I am apart from the people that wander this world like mindless cattle, following the brainwashing of their society, walking into debt and greed and unemployment like flies to a honey-trap. What I need is not this consequence of the average minded; the mass indoctrination of a population of the greatly misguided.

I need the extraordinary, the cryptic, the white rabbit to lead me down the rabbit hole and into the unknown. I need an opponent.

For once...

For me...

"Yagami, are you still with us? Can you translate the following sentence into English please?"

Ugh. Here we go again, let's ask the one who's perfect, who gets nothing wrong. I'll ask him a question though I know nothing's changing. He will get this right. I will continue telling these half listening adolescents the things they should know by now while the prodigy who knows all sits back in his chair, gazing out of the window and into the schoolyard.

I stand.

I sigh.

I speak.

"Follow the teachings of God and receive his blessings, and so it shall be that the seas will again become bountiful, and the raging storms will subside."

He nods.

"Perfect, of course"

I sit.

He continues.

Dull, dull, dull, this life, this lie I'm living.

Day in, day out, the same news on permanent repeat.

This is all so ridiculous

This world is...

...

...Rotten.