《Diary of an Insomniac》Night 21

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There she was, painted on the walls of my soft room. Out of nervousness I had bitten a piece of flesh off the side of my index finger. No I did not feel pain. Pain is a message sent through the nervous system of our fleshy body. I commanded the signal to stop and therefore no message was sent to my mind. The crimson and lightly viscous liquid flowed down the side of my finger spitting into two streams at my thumb. One dripped down along the internal veins and arteries that once carried it, the other went and got stuck on my forearms hair. The image of a small wooden palette used for painting went through my vision. I took my left arm and with two fingers I touched the stagnant paint. I reached over to the wall and drew without thought. I don’t recall what happened then but when I was released from my trance I saw a beautiful artwork. My wound on my hand had disappeared. The woman on the wall was done with such detail she seemed to be able to simply walk out from that canvas. I found myself unable to tear away my eyes from the red woman. Then her dark red eyes turned towards mine. While within the two dimensional surface she crouched down to my eye level. She then flowed out of wall and into my reality. There she approached closer to me until her head was over my shoulder. In which she began whispering her words of love and worship. I remember that she told me that in the current end we would be together until the next end. After that she would be alone until I come again for her and then it will repeat. It was repeated countless times and it will continue to repeat until the last end. She stood up and wisped away into the air leaving nothing behind. There was no painting on the wall and there was no paint or wound on myself. That night I went to sleep and woke up young again. I was no longer in that locked room for I was now in a bed larger than any I had ever seen in person. My new father was wealthy and his family had been for many generations. My new mother was a house wife that only cared for me as I was the only child. There I spent my current youth, raised by a distant family. I grew in power until the cabal found me before I could accomplish my destiny. They came and surrounded my house bearing arms. I surrendered under the terms that they don’t harm those who serve me. They took me away and imprisoned me both in body and mind. I forgot who I was and played pawn to their conspiracies. I was locked away until she came once again for me. She freed me and I began my travels through the ether of nothingness. I remember the words of my captors. 'Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast; for it is the number of a man; and his number is 666.'

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