Transparent PleaA Story by Navara-Desen"I wish you dead, but yet still...i wish...i wish to be you." I truly
cannot comprehend why you all complain as such you do. You strike at all things
present and set without once contemplating what is in existence around; never
once giving a minuscule though on those that cannot be expected to be thought
for; for something hidden beneath the very noses that rest amongst your face. I
am stricken with detestation, wrath, and fury but only the shallow feelings of
remorse and melancholy remain. Truly grasping a hold of the rage to unleash
upon your kind is something that I, a minuscule being, cannot accomplish without
deep preparation. Even with such practice can that level naught be attained for
with rage I would be lost wouldn't I? So I sit
here, right behind you, beside you, in front of you, above you, below you; I sit
there and wait. Pause for my simple self to be seen by an individual such as
your mighty selves. Where I watch I envy
you, I wish for your end for you have what presences like me can never attain;
you have something I will never know a sensation of. Yet I do not feel envy of
the feeling; I am envy of the form. To be
seen is a gift I will never open, to be seen is a feeling I will never experience,
to be seen will be a reward I will never be granted for whom would grant such a request from a simpleton like me. Though this simpleton I speak of is
naught common like the human you are. I
detest you. I despise you. I hate you. I wish you dead. But yet still… I wish… I wish
to be you. I wish
to be anything but what I am; something never to be seen by those that stride
beside me, even those who recognize my life cannot see me. I am nothing but an
illusion, a ghost, a shadow, a soul, a spirit; I am a creature never to be
seen, always to be misinterpreted, and always to be dreaded. I am
alone, and you yet complain of everyone you have, of everything you are
granted. You protest of a body that is injured, you grumble of illness…I dream
of those things. I dream of it all. How could you all take something like that
for granted! You creatures I detest more than anything but at the same time, I take
hold as if precious to my life. Why you confuse me I will naught know. © 2013 Navara-DesenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNavara-DesenMAAboutHi! My name is Erica, though writing wise i love using the name Navara-Desen. So you can call me either Erica or Navara i really don't mind either. Now a little about me? hmm...where shall i begin. .. more..Writing
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