Journal entry #20
Thoughts?
I haven't thought in a while.
I've been endlessly floating in the air. Watching the waves. Watching the people. Seeing what they did day to day...
Never questioned. Never thought.
Why would I think?
Why would I feel?
I never thought. Not even in life, did I think about what I did; How it would affect others; How I might hurt someone.
Feelings?
I've had passion. I've had love. I've felt hate. But emotions?
What is an emotion?
Sad, happy? Anger, love?
Which is which?
How do we feel one if one does not use the other?
Passion...
The sea.
The waves.
The... crash... when the wave goes back down.
The seagulls; their annoying squawks.
The creaking of a boat. Yvaine, the words on her side as we rode in a storm. Now simply... The Evening Star...
Yvaine seemed to be the only friend. The only one that would listen...
One I could show compassion to? Yes.
Why run?
Why not?
He never had thoughts, he never had feelings. Not to me.
The spotlight, however...
Who knew... Like father, like son. The only love we feel is from an object...
I always hated the spotlight. Was it because my father loved it? I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not.
Was I loved?
I think...
I remember his singing voice.
I remember his tears.
I remember his laughter.
I remember... joy.
All with me.
His little Yvaine...
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