Day 63

Maybe it was fate? Maybe it wasn’t? I had no way of knowing. Sitting at the office as I waited for Dr. Geoff I took the liberty of taking out a piece of paper and pencil, and started to scribble down some old thoughts. MY cheeks were flushed with pink and I chewed constantly on my tongue in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to tell someone about what had happened to me. I tried to think nothing of it, because simply, bad things happen when I get excited. But I couldn’t help it. I was ecstatic. For all the wrong reasons of course… but I take everything I do and say to heart. It was important to me, and therefore that’s all that mattered.

“Ah! Good afternoon Isabelle.” he smiled at me, quickly shuffling into the room. I flinched for a second and took the paper, shoving it into my purse without question. He took a seat and the session started as usual, but I couldn’t help but tap my fingers to the rhythm of the words I had just thrown onto paper.

“Just a diamond buried deep in the rough 

He’s lost everything he’s come to know but his lust

for the luxury and distortion in which the dead man 

lives his life, the pinnacle of sadness and exhibition he is

for the ones with nothing left to

show for their shriveled up lives.

Prosperity in a world

where a good man is doomed

to die was the goal of a Prince,

with a twisted poisoned mind. . .”