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Develop Your Story / Madmans Diaries
« on: September 24, 2013, 01:36:16 AM »
"Fear not, for I, the god of madness have returned, I bring with me my gift of insanity to share to the people of this somber world"
It was in pouring rain, I meet a miss on my way to my home, and she was tall and slender with long black locks that flowed from the top of her head. To my surprise, she was untouched by my gift; I quickly attempted to change that. Offering her my hand I welcomed here with sincerity and respect only to receive a combination of a bad pun and a witty retort. She explained that she was of "new blood" to the city; we quickly shot up a conversation before the trolley arrived. She explained in grave detail of her life, then she asked "Why can’t I find happiness" I replied with a crooked smile and mischievous intent. "Why don't you add more Insanity to your life" she looked quizzically at me the as if I had explained all of the world’s problems with just nine words.
Soon, we boarded the trolley, soaked from boot to brow. she sat next to me, looking at me with such content and she seemed to almost be insulted with what I previously told her, as if I could have ever understand her problems and as if more insanity would help her in any way. She finally asked, 'What did you mean, more insanity?" looking at her again with a crooked smile removed my hat and waved the driver to let us off. We must have walked miles in the pouring rain and in that time we saw many things together. We saw men and women sent out to sleep on the hard, cold floor at our feet. "This" I said laughing in the wicked of ways "this defines humanity, a single act that turns a man from his purest intention”.
Looking up at the storm I continuing "insanity, even in the most impure is breed from single acts, something meaningful, or something horrific. we all choose the demons in which we face" looking down at her I finish" my insanity is of pure intention, of a love lost and of creation, creation of something greater then myself, a power able to surpass gods" she looked at me muttered "how do you live with insanity, all of this this world may be bad sometimes but we all have the purest of intentions" looking at her I nodded without another word. I walked with her to her destination, tipped my hat and said" I am the worries of your deepest subcutaneous, I am the mad man in the top hat" I smiled and walked away leaving my notebook behind in hopes she shares my gift to those untouched by my gift of insanity.
I found a letter at my door later the next day, a young girl with hair black as night and just as long was found died and I was invited to the funeral. Arriving in my long coat and top hat I seemed to be an oddity thou another man in black robes leaning over the casket seemed to be more of the oddity then I. the service was short, not many things were said. And soon after the ceremony was long over the robed man remained, he loomed over her as if looking through into her truest of essence I finally ask" was she of any importance to you?" to which he replied "no." "Then why concern yourself? I see to it that her death is celebrated as is her memory" I said smiling with the wicked of expressions. "As a mad man you see not the truths of this world nor the lies that are weaved and in-tangles us all like flies in the spiders web." he then grabs the hand of the young beauty, arising from her grave they walk of together into the mist. "Once again" I said to myself "once again, my teachings were cheated from the world by death
It was in pouring rain, I meet a miss on my way to my home, and she was tall and slender with long black locks that flowed from the top of her head. To my surprise, she was untouched by my gift; I quickly attempted to change that. Offering her my hand I welcomed here with sincerity and respect only to receive a combination of a bad pun and a witty retort. She explained that she was of "new blood" to the city; we quickly shot up a conversation before the trolley arrived. She explained in grave detail of her life, then she asked "Why can’t I find happiness" I replied with a crooked smile and mischievous intent. "Why don't you add more Insanity to your life" she looked quizzically at me the as if I had explained all of the world’s problems with just nine words.
Soon, we boarded the trolley, soaked from boot to brow. she sat next to me, looking at me with such content and she seemed to almost be insulted with what I previously told her, as if I could have ever understand her problems and as if more insanity would help her in any way. She finally asked, 'What did you mean, more insanity?" looking at her again with a crooked smile removed my hat and waved the driver to let us off. We must have walked miles in the pouring rain and in that time we saw many things together. We saw men and women sent out to sleep on the hard, cold floor at our feet. "This" I said laughing in the wicked of ways "this defines humanity, a single act that turns a man from his purest intention”.
Looking up at the storm I continuing "insanity, even in the most impure is breed from single acts, something meaningful, or something horrific. we all choose the demons in which we face" looking down at her I finish" my insanity is of pure intention, of a love lost and of creation, creation of something greater then myself, a power able to surpass gods" she looked at me muttered "how do you live with insanity, all of this this world may be bad sometimes but we all have the purest of intentions" looking at her I nodded without another word. I walked with her to her destination, tipped my hat and said" I am the worries of your deepest subcutaneous, I am the mad man in the top hat" I smiled and walked away leaving my notebook behind in hopes she shares my gift to those untouched by my gift of insanity.
I found a letter at my door later the next day, a young girl with hair black as night and just as long was found died and I was invited to the funeral. Arriving in my long coat and top hat I seemed to be an oddity thou another man in black robes leaning over the casket seemed to be more of the oddity then I. the service was short, not many things were said. And soon after the ceremony was long over the robed man remained, he loomed over her as if looking through into her truest of essence I finally ask" was she of any importance to you?" to which he replied "no." "Then why concern yourself? I see to it that her death is celebrated as is her memory" I said smiling with the wicked of expressions. "As a mad man you see not the truths of this world nor the lies that are weaved and in-tangles us all like flies in the spiders web." he then grabs the hand of the young beauty, arising from her grave they walk of together into the mist. "Once again" I said to myself "once again, my teachings were cheated from the world by death