Searching for my Happily Ever After.

Adding, more to type, I feel the need to write strange things tonight. I don't want to edit the entry, it's fine as it is.

The world is against you. You must fight for your chocolatey girly goodness. Good old Ben, coming up with weird stuff. Why is the sea blue? Because it is full of sea water. Good answer, Jacob Archibald Bohay.

The monster walks among us and inside us. The boy cowers from it, himself, he doesn't want to see himself. He had a dream last night. He liked it. He thinks it's wrong to. His parents told him. It's not his fault though, is it?! The monster, his monster, is simply him and I do not see the monster, I see him. A cat creeps outside the window of his room. It is jet black and starving. It was abandoned, now it roams the neighbourhood in the desparate quest for food. The boy doesn't see it, he's thinking about his dream. Past the cat and past the street. Past the town, out of the country, off the world and on to the silent hill where the sleeping are buried in their coffins. The man kneels by the grave of his loved one, dreaming of him in the other realm. Holding a tonek branch, pale brown and pink flowers blooming, sweet scents from the pollen, he offers it to his lover. Lays it on the new soil he sheds a tear, and, grasping his sword he murmers. "Anoe anoe, umarai anoe, Kilaki anoe tonek-gartha" Rising, with a silent tear in his eye, he walks slowly away from the hill and onwards. In a grand house with chandeliers and portraits of gone masters, there is a statue. It has no arms, no legs, no head, it is from life, a torso, balancing delicately on a plinth before the fountains running with blood. The sweet metallic blood splashes, tastes good. Two million flies and spiders and unidentified insects swarm into the room where the four sleep in the sae bed with thick cream covers. The girl awakens, disorientated, looks around and remembers. She sees the insects. No worries, only insects, after all, I am one of them. The insects change. One man, an insect seconds before, is standing at the foot of the bed. Grins. "Hello." he says. "Hello." replies the girl. Disaster. The insects start changing, all at once, the room cannot possibly hold so many people at once, they are bound to get crushed. The insects do not realise what is happening and continue to change. Her companions awaken. And scream. One is swallowed up by the insects and his sweet blood flows off the bed, parts splash onto the others. They are getting crushed, slowly, but faster now. Faster. The girl, "No, don't! We must escape!" The first man "I don't want to die. Is this all I get?" The dark shadow in the corner "Yes. You get what is given to you." Sobs and screams and blood and fingers. Get out, get out, get out!!! We did not ask you to come get out! We were disturbed, dragged from our dreams to this bloodbath. The vampire grins. Yes, bloodbath. Sounds good to me. You fly from the balcony and laugh as you plummet to the ground, comfortable in your terminal madness you hit the ground suddenly. Remember my child, it is not the falling that hurts. It's when you stop that the problems start. She moans in her sleep, wake me up, I don't want to see any more. I hesistate, I must sleep, and when I do what images will feed me to the next? Hours pass and she needs to go. She jumps. She flies. She dies. She is reborn to the whole unending nightmare above and below and around. Wake me up.