Insane: adj. 1. Of, exhibiting, or afflicted with mental disorder. 2. Characteristic of, used by, or for the insane. 3. Very foolish; absurd.
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Arwen…
It's been a long time since I felt quite whole… I know not what I feel anymore, but only that it is felt, dully, by some sensory perception of the brain and a realization that I am indeed still able to feel.
Pain, mind you, is a simplistic sensation. A coined term, by primitive beings. What many sense as pain, I sense as relief. How ironic that the pain I feel is so deep that it can no longer be called pain, for that would be a shallow definition indeed.
Too hard to comprehend? Too bleak for your bright souls? I wish I could laugh at your happy plots in life, but instead I can only extend to you my eternal envy.
I cannot even remember who I am, what I was, where I came from. However, I am here, on Chikyuu and soon I will have it. Why do I want it? Why, do I need it so?
Oh! Damn it all, I just have to have it, and there is no denying my desire. For now this planet is all I crave so let me partake from my soul's longing, if I even have a soul!
I've forgotten his name… but who is HE? Who is this thing I cannot remember? That part of me… a missing piece of the internal void.
Galvan… I'll be ready for you. Training, why do I even try? My aches, my trials, my sufferance are enough to defeat and inevitably destroy all opposition. However, I sense a counter balance to my plans… a being who could end me, or perhaps set me free.
Ironic, the only thing I have during this time to comfort and console… is madness.
Saliya…
I'm here, in the very place I had promised myself to despise, and yet I find myself feeling all the more empty. I want to love her; maybe even I do; yet I must hate!
They don't know my pain… don't know my life. Living in perfection, how could anyone know the toil of a common body's existence? The utter struggle every day for a chance to be important, a chance to be special, a chance… to be.
Galvan… the bastard! I love him damn me, I do. It's always so cold without him, so very cold and I am empty. Empty again.
Love me Galvan, want me! Desire me every second and let me see it in your eyes. Oh, I'd give you everything that I could… if I haven't already. Take the lot!
They'll be back soon to check on me. Bulma might even care, damn her! Yet I want her to care and love me and…
Oh! For a rational thought, I'd take back anything that Galvan ever stole. For a genuine smile from Galvan I'd give my soul.
And it is for that smile, that I will do what I must.
Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness
'T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, -you're straightaway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
~Emily Dickinson (Ironically, she herself stayed inside her own house for most of her life (foolishly absurd) and thus could be categorized as: insane)
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Author's Note: So umm… hmmm! Yes, I apologize for the crazy talk, but I figured, why not try and do a poetic piece? I promise my fic won't always be like this, it was just an experimental filler composition. Besides… perhaps you all wanted to delve just a little deeper in the dark recesses of those two women's minds. Either way, I bid you all adieu, and better chapters to come.
HA:… Yes well… this is a no DUH right here… so bring it!
Much luv to everyone,
That is all,
~JZero