02-19-2021, 02:26 PM
Unlucky
We are all born with different hands, different places, different parents, different plans. These are all part of the fate of which none of us control, an unspoken dice roll that haunts us all behind the fragile self-deceptions that we give ourselves. "I am naturally talented!" "That would never happen to me." "But I am competent, I am in control." that which is spoken too, is more fragile than the wrought iron underlying. So came Alice Corvus, a crow.
Her life was not marred with the raiders who took her home, or a great plague, her life was relatively simple. Though she did have some trouble in her childhood, it seems, she was always struck with random inexplicable lethargy. Was it magic or was it design? Who could tell, not her parents who thought that her idleness was purely from stubborn behaviour, not her mother or father that sometimes had more than was reasonable responses to her failures. As she got older this mood disorder became more advanced, as she met others she was stricken with an anxiety around them, she could go cold or hot, without any good reason.
And her mind was always a friend either. Was it a curse? She sometimes wondered whether it was something wrong with her, and how right she was. Her mind was sick. During her twenties this was the most awful, as she was full of extreme bouts of energy from her anxious reactions to others, often going on for days on end as if compelled by some drug or tincture. Madness, or brilliance? Something she saw quite often come up, but never in direct reference to her. She was fun to say the least, and to think she had not even been practising the occult all that time. Maybe in time that will change, like everything else.
Her life was not marred with the raiders who took her home, or a great plague, her life was relatively simple. Though she did have some trouble in her childhood, it seems, she was always struck with random inexplicable lethargy. Was it magic or was it design? Who could tell, not her parents who thought that her idleness was purely from stubborn behaviour, not her mother or father that sometimes had more than was reasonable responses to her failures. As she got older this mood disorder became more advanced, as she met others she was stricken with an anxiety around them, she could go cold or hot, without any good reason.
And her mind was always a friend either. Was it a curse? She sometimes wondered whether it was something wrong with her, and how right she was. Her mind was sick. During her twenties this was the most awful, as she was full of extreme bouts of energy from her anxious reactions to others, often going on for days on end as if compelled by some drug or tincture. Madness, or brilliance? Something she saw quite often come up, but never in direct reference to her. She was fun to say the least, and to think she had not even been practising the occult all that time. Maybe in time that will change, like everything else.
Realization
It was never someone else, was it?