[|You|].[|Call|].[|This|].[|Sanity?|] {Semper}
Jan 30, 2011 21:18:46 GMT -5
Post by pikasoccer on Jan 30, 2011 21:18:46 GMT -5
#EA0000 :::: Caspian's Speech
#BF5930 :::: Another's Speech
#A62F00 :::: Writing
#FF7640 :::: Song Lyrics
Insomnia is an evil thing. In the last five of days, I have gotten probably about five hours of sleep. That really isn't rare for me, but lately I've been seeming to need more and more of it. My eyes are bleary, and it takes several blinks to make my vision any way beneficial to me. Combing my fingers through my singed hair, I look at the blazing fire that I have just created.
The fire, the beautiful creation of mine, is completely under control. All my fires have been under control, ever since that destructive one four years ago. Shuddering, I turn my thoughts away from that. Thinking about it every night, all night is bad enough; I don't need it to occupy my daily life, too. The fire, flickering with different shades of yellow and red, warms my body and my soul. A fire is a calming thing, bringing serenity to your mind and spirit.
I take a quick look away from the fire to my surroundings. Usually, there's nobody out here to witness my fiery antics, but I see a few people out and about. A man is over on the edge of the field, apparently grooming an animal. From this distance, I can't tell what kind of animal it is, but I can say that it's large. Probably a cow. A woman with a couple of children, who run around her in circles, stands patiently by a tree.
The children remind me of Matthias. Matthias is inside right now, either sleeping or playing with his toys. I try and give him all the things he needs, and that includes things to play with. I feel bad for him; he has autism, and I'm afraid he won't be able to go through life without help. He can barely eat by himself; how is he supposed to do everything on his own? Out of all things in the world, his future is what I fear for the most.
No, scratch that. I fear most for his sanity. Because this is an insane world, and only the sane can make their way through it safely.
One thing I can't give Matthias though is a friend. I can be his brother, yes, and I can step in as both the parents. But I can't be his friend. I can't be a person who he goes to school with. I can't be a person who he spills his secrets to, trusting that they won't blurt it to anyone else. No, I can't be that person. And that's the one person I want to be.