Sam had not bothered to hire a lawyer. Sam did not like lawyers. He felt that they were too clever. He would be prosecuting life himself.It was warmer in the courtroom. He could detect the feeling coming back to his fingers. They hurt, in a tingling, pin-pricking kind of way. Shoving them back in his pockets, he tried to focus on the notes that he had written for prosecuting life.At that moment, life was in the docks. Of course, life wasn't actually there, not having a physical body. Instead, there was a sock on a broom.
I danced with Love during the night. I held her by the waste, took her hand in mine and waltzed with her in a field whist the stars looked on in approval.I gave her my smile, my life. Love took them, sucking them up greedily with a hideous force. Love drank me dry, and I just stood there, dissolving myself into her.We kissed, and she dragged away my soul, trapped it in a cage. Still I did nothing, but drowned in the honeyed joy.In the morning, Love had gone. She had a new partner to dance with.
Put this on my gravestone. 'I did these things for love'.Everything. Everything I ever did. For love.The cities I burned. For love. The words I spilled out of my guts, vomiting them on the page, splattering like blood.For love.This body that I ripped apart. For love. I tore these muscles and ravished this brain for love..The hurricanes I caused and the floods I rode and the sun I burned into a horrific nothingness. All for love. Everything for love.I cut my hair and broke thrones and tortured the harp for love.All for love.
I stayed with Truth for a while. However, I soon realised that she came in many forms.There were bright TrueTruths and shimmering Half Truths and oil drenched Not Quite The Whole Truths.There were too many of them. I didn't know which one I was supposed to follow, which I was supposed to believe.So I left. Truth had helped for a while, but she could not sustain me forever. There has to be more to life than just Truth, no matter how much I may love and adore her.Truth understood, when I told her. No hard feelings.
Sometimes all you have is this large rush a big stream of conciousness where thoughts and thoughts and thoughts all run around and fight each other and shout so loud that it hurts your ears and you just want to scream shut up just shut up why do you have to be here why do you have to hurt me why can't you just go away but they never go away and they never stop and it just hurts and you want to fall away into nothingness and become a large shadow and just float away forever ane ever and...
And thenthe otherthing happens whereyou have nothingnothingatallleft in your headand what can you do butsit prefectly still and listen to the all encompasing silence where you are suddenlyfullyaware of your ownmortality and insignificancewhere you mindis less then it could, can, would, will ever beand the thoughtsthose beautiful wonderfuluniquethoughtshave flownawayto nest in another's mindand you are crushed by the lack of noisedeafened by the lack of activity and you have to pinch yourself to make sure you are stillalivebecause when you get right down to itto the nuts and blots of the universebeing aliveawakerealthinking beingsis all that we really have left
My eyes looked out at the world and painted it a softer colour.They filtered out the harsh contents and the criticisms and the pain and horror and lonliness and made everything nice. Nice and pink and cotton wool.This world was better. Easier to live in, easier to live with. It was a world full of fantasy and stories and dragons. Lots of dragons.My eyes made everyone beautiful. Wonderful. Amazing and interesting. Made their faces pieces of art that I could stare at forever.These eyes create a brave new world. You can see through them any time.