I feel like flying. In my mind, elation has given rise to impossible scenarios, and I have ten foot wings protruding from my back, ready to carry me aloft.
My breath is strong. The air has never seemed so pure. It is free of poison and all of modern society’s evil trappings! It is pure in a way that a brick wall is pure before the graffiti destroys it – like a house of cards stands, fragile, before being knocked over on a sadistic whim.
This smile could light up New York City if I swooped low enough to grace them with such an apparition. But, for the time being, I think I’ll float up here on Cloud Nine.
I am not Icarus. Today is too nice to come back down to Earth.
The boy would silence the world if allowed.
The priests goaded the siblings into the task with patronizing tales of “duty” and “honor.”
“An evil like that should be undone by force,” the Brotherhood said, calling upon the twins despite their abhorrence of war… despite the fact that they had returned only to seek solace and regain their lost innocence.
And those two disillusioned warriors, who had never understood what it was that made the little boy so evil, were entrusted with his death.
Burdened by my sins, I sat in the darkness and waited for the one who saw me as I now saw the world.
Before he arrived, I gouged out my eyes so I wouldn’t see what he’d become.
I did not want to see his hatred.