a fairy tale I - the beginning
Autor: Cecil
He was quite a normal infant, until, by accident, he was bitten by a tiny insect and grew ill. He was hurting and cried every night, but nobody could tell why except his grandfather, but nobody listened to him until, in the end, they had no other choice than to do so. By now it was clear, that he would have to live with his disease for the rest of his life, but they made him believe that he would not have problems with it and for a while, he believed.
He stayed apart from other children for much to long and never learned to be one of them. He grew suspicious of the world. His parents told him, he was unique, but in fact he was lonely.
He liked animals and cared for them lovingly. They hadn't this strange mind which was so typical for most humans. He himself possessed a somehow whicked and twisted mind too, but it was a different kind of twisted and he didn't know of it yet.
With the time he got to know some persons who were similar to him and together they began to explore their minds.
But Cecil stayed lonely and grew ever more annoyed of it, as everybody else seemed to find some special person, at least for some time. Cecil didn't. He often grew depressed and flew into his own mind, where he got to know a world which never would be.
He wanted to give some life to this world, but realized, that he wasn't able to do so, that his tries were just some deformed copies but nothing like what he wanted them to be.
to be continued
Zum Teil doppelt.
Arme/r Cecil, so jung und schon kann man eine Geschichte über dich schreiben.
please remamber to mention it once again in your company.
[Dalai Lahma, glaub' ich, aber der zweite Teil is schon älter...]