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Chapter 4
The elderly therapist finished scrolling through manicpoet's journal on the Holonet before turning back to the young Jedi. He mused on the latest poem added to the journal,
Her tresses flow
A winding, riding silken road
Over her very hips
And valleys
In tandem to
The dark shine
Of obsidian eyes
That lock to mine
On a breath of stars
He blinked twice, verifying once again that the poem had come from Anakin's journal. The Knight's advanced vocabulary never ceased to amaze him as he read more and more entries, but the subject matter remained pitifully the same- romantic drivel. Sappy, saccharine drivel at that. He cleared his throat, "You're opening up nicely." He refrained from commenting what came to mind next, It's painfully obvious what's going on, and if the public had the missing pieces to the identity of the person writing these thoughts, the entire galaxy would be in trouble. "And you're taking precautions so that no one can discover your identity?"
Anakin rolled his eyes, "Contrary to what people might think of me, I'm not stupid."
The therapist inclined his head, "No, not stupid. Very emotional and hard headed, yes, but not stupid."
To his relief, Anakin grinned. "Well, what do I do next? I think I've given you enough information to write a novel on my entire life from the various journals that I contribute to, particularly manicpoet."
The therapist glanced back at the pages upon pages of rants and poetry detailing the man's political views, love life, and anxieties. I could write an entire textbook on Anakin Skywalker. "Just continue writing, I will need some additional time to continue analyzing everything within. I think you've already taken a valuable first step."
Anakin nodded, "Sure."
Later that day, Knight Skywalker sat down to finish writing comments to his new friend Serendipity, whom had been spending the past few days heckling him about his use of the term "cuddling hair" and had supported his view about the ridiculousness of Obi-Wan pursuing Senator Amidala. She still had laughed at him after he explained that "hair cuddling" involved appreciating the smell of a woman's hair and nuzzling up to her at the same time.
He read through emptysoul's defense of Obi-Wan and snorted, thinking of his Master. Goofy narcisstic Master would be eating this up if he was reading it.
Anakin pulled up a new entry and did as the therapist requested and put down his thoughts once more.
(entry from manicpoet)
The days are growing longer and longer in between seeing my wife. The business trips have been getting more and more extensive and dangerous as the War rages on and gets closer and closer to home. And when I return, after the initial closeness and catching up, I find the silence is unbearable between the two of us. We are still newlyweds at heart, as since we got married a few years ago, we have not been able to stay together for very long at all.
My partner at work is growing more and more unbearable as well. His snoring woke up everyone around us and he got a cold, making him much more grouchy than ever before.
But thanks to Serendipity's amusing comebacks to everything I say, life is not that terrible… if only my wife could have her sense of humor.
Anakin sighed, turning off the terminal before stealing away through the window to see Padmé just one more time before another mission came up.
Special thanks to ObiUberJedi for the stupendous bad poem! I love it! Any thoughts, contributions, or comments are welcome :D I hope it's even half as funny as the last seemed to be.