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Dear diary,

I had a dream last night, it was weird. I was a little girl, walking through a lavender field. With long red curly hair, dressed like a scholar. With a navy blue skirt, white shirt and stockings and a white-collar. The sun was up, so warm, yet so cold. Burning my white skin as I was moving forward, searching for something unknown yet so familiar … Suddenly started raining with big drops, hitting the ground hard as a war was starting between the sky and the earth. The two Goddesses, Sky and Earth fighting for the honor of the Galaxy with maces and shields, turning the field into a wonderful thunderstorm show. I can hear their screams while I walk away from the lavender field, wish I could stay longer to watch them fighting. I have to move forwards, something is calling my name, I hear it echoing into my head. I start running as the rain stops, so it is over. One of the Goddesses won, while the others are mourning the defeated one. The sun is shining again with all its strength, powerful as ever. Stunning me, burning my skin. I feel my legs shaking and trembling. I want to shout but I can’t.

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*8 a.m. – the alarm is ringing through my sour dream.*

Waking up in a roller coaster. I’m up here in my little black outfit, black pumps and my J. Lennon sunglasses. After I’ll finish my coffee, I’ll be ready for another ride.


Why are you hanging out there ? I see you abandon the field, afraid to risk, afraid to not get hurt. Afraid to not die. I saw you creeping around, maybe you’re playing hide and seek, maybe you want to run away like a coward … Do you like the winter ? I love coldness, white, snow. Winter is my boyfriend, but I’m in an love affair with the summer. When my soul is frozen, summer will embrace me. 

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31/12/2014, 4 a.m. – writing messages and playing my favorite stalking game, it should be the last one because I’m bored.

“Make a New Year’s resolution !”, they said. Well, let’s see, it should sound like this :

[] I want snow
[] I want to visit a new country, maybe Norway
[] I want more money (who doesn’t ?)
[] I want to read tons of books
[] I want to write more
[] I want to draw more
[] I want to make more artwork
[] I want to be more creative and inspired


But I’m not sure that this resolution helps, for the record those are just some words. “Oh but it will be fun, you’ll see.”, they said. Anyway I’ll do whatever I’ll feel like, I don’t necessary need a list for that. I’m sure that at least 80% of you out there reading this made a New Year’s resolution. I wonder, does it help you to keep it balanced ?

I think I just fell asleep, it’s 2 p.m. and still 2014. Maybe I really should clarify my goals for the next year ! Or … Maybe not. What am I a robot ? I don’t need an encrypted information inside of me to remind me every day which are my life goals. That’s hilarious.

It’s almost 12 a.m., alone in a corner, for the last 10 minutes. People are downstairs having fun, but I choose to smoke a cigarette on a song and dance smoothly to it and the cigarette is tastier than ever. Sometimes is so comfy to be alone there for a bit, just you and your thoughts. But next I wake up dragged into the crowd  with tons of “happy New Year”. Guess they made some New Year’s resolutions.

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petit ☮


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Warning. Full fiction content.

He was heavily bleeding. Ready to attack but unable to get up. Trapped, lost in an unknown universe filled with dreadful creatures, moving in a balance together singing the battle rhapsody. Wherever he was looking objects kept on moving around him, he was floating around tainted words in that void. He doesn’t want to be rescued.

She left him in a state of consciousness but still his fragile soul was dreaming of promises and left behinds in an ugly world where angels bring nothing but death. His pretty mind was the only what kept him alive. I can’t save him, I can’t touch him because if I do, I’m afraid he will get attached to something that doesn’t exist. He would suffer as he is suffering now. If only I could kill that pain but my hand is the only one who caused the damage he is dealing with. His cards were on the table, on the path to win this match, but something happened. The cards were thrown away from the table and the wind blew them far away so nobody could find them. He doesn’t deserve this pain, he should be the one standing in my place, and he should be the one winning this game.

This was his game, his ideas, his pinions. You were the one who made me a monster. I only try to find excuses for my pitiful mask. I only want to get rid of the berserk that hides inside of me, I want to set it free to roam around and kill as many souls as it desires. But, it won’t leave because that is my true identity, that psycho murderer. She is me, I am nothing but her slave. Now I know the reason I was kept in that dark corner.

I am watching him, he is looking towards me. I leave my sword on the ground, drop my shield and armor and head toward his direction. He has confused eyes but my heart is the confused one, is the one tricked by my mind.

I kneel besides him and whisper : “Now kill me.”


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petit ☮