Day 282

Day 282

Good morning little human. I’ve been watching you for a long time. Today when you woke up you cried, why did you cry? I tried to peek into your dreams but you refused to think about them. Little human I saw you trace your fingers over your scars. I know where each of them came from, I watched as they were carved into your alabaster skin. Why did you do this? What were you thinking? I wanted to peek, to see into your little world but them moment felt,,, private. Something you intended for only yourself. So I did not look. Once you finished this ritual you moved, more than I have ever seen you move in your little terrarium. You fought with books against invisible enemies and ran through more exercises than I thought you would remember. It’s hot in the cell little human, why do you make yourself sweat so much? You didn’t have enough water. I watched as you stumbled then finally crumbled, but you are strong aren’t you? I made you that way. You were simply resting. I can’t ask you why you are doing these things, I’m not allowed to. The place you are in is not a place of gods, it shouldn’t even be a place of mortals. It’s a dead place, nothing there will grow. So why are you trying to little human? You’ve always struggled against what is supposed to be. I hope you succeed this time. A flower in the rot. Goodnight little human. Sweet Dreams.