Venice Craven

There is much to say for sanity and knowing your own mind. To be able to discern what is real and what is not. To judge correctly and to know that you do. Walking through life knowing reality.

How long has it been now..? Weeks? Certainly. Months? Probably. A year..? Years? It is possible, though I do not feel that I have aged that much. I asked one of the women who care for me that yesterday and she said four seasons had passed. I did not believe her and told her so. I am surprised that there are so many people to care. Do they not have anything better to do? The little Tyen boy is the most intriguing of them all and the one I enjoy spending my time with. I showed him last week a few magical tricks and enjoyed watching him try to emulate my hands. Maybe I shall teach him more. Of how to pluck at the threads and how to destroy the world. I can do that you know. More of a monster than them all put together.

They think I am mad when I talk like that. Their eyes exchanging worried glances when they do not think I see. They do not think it will be long. What for? The end? Have I not been there before? Will this, is this any different? They use leather straps on the bed now. I am told that I wake up at night screaming and thrashing. They fear I go mad and will use magick. I do not remember it though, at times my muscles ache come morning.