Cecilia

Insanity.
It was beautiful; her insanity. I can't describe it. She was just... so beautiful. The way her voice flowed out of her lips, like water, or like silk. I can't explain it. Maybe it was the way the light played games with her hair as she glided down the bleached white hallways, or the way the her eyes squinted against the refections that tore at her vision, cast from the moonlight on the waters of the ponds outside her room. Her screams in the night gave me chills, I shared her fear. The dark. Although both of us know that the darkest shadows come out when the sun is highest. Can't you hear them prancing durning midday? The monsters. Our insanity cascades outside like the fairies that dance inside our padded bedrooms. We're going insane! We're going insane! The monsters will find you when the sun's at the zenith. You'll go insane, too, when you see what we see. She showed me. That's why she's beautiful.

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I've been outside stacking wood for the past hour and a half.

I smell like the earth after it rains really hard.

Dirty.

:P