He Looked At Me

'This will be my last letter, it's not to you, it's to anybody. But I have a thrilling secret to share. If you look deep inside yourself, behind those built up walls against society, religion and love, you will find what makes us human; our souls. And whether your soul is God given, built in, or even just a concept, you are like everyone else. And it is our souls that keep us chained to this barren earth and torments us so. And woman, hah, if ever there was proof of an omnimalevolent God, here is one! She, is not of man, she is not of a plain existence. Anatomically incorrect as well, even their hands repulse me, and their sick scent. Beautiful eyes? Beautiful hair? No, it is all false. A trick if you will, something to latch you in, no, I have never loved a woman. And I'm sure if I had known her to this day I would have resented my own shallow born mother. I pity that she was of their kind and suffered from their disease.
Is there anything else? Aye, there is. There was a man I once met, he was the instigator. A fine man, I can scarcely remember how he looked but I knew who held my future in his hands. He did not know of me - and I was overjoyed - and yet, he said I knew him. But I could not place him, I did not know anyone outside your circle, and this man did not know you either. I asked if I knew him from school, he did not know what I meant. He asked me of my line of work, and as soon as I mentioned I was a writer he started to laugh. That's when I knew.
This was he, the man that I had met only once before, in the raging shadows. I attempted to murder him where he stood, but to no avail. I had past a point of no humane return. And I shut my eyes.'

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'It was there where I saw people I had never dreamt before. Their figures were mismatched, and they twisted and flickered in all directions. But it was not as simple as this, there were thousands at first; and looking at one others spawned cancerously from shades. I had barely time to think this through, and I was faced with millions. Without any warning or yell, the darkened velvet curtain covered the stage, and deafening screams filled the place. I fell to my knees and bellowed 'You! Curtain! Blockade! Rise, show me the players!' And so it did.'