It´s a mad world

1. be sure of what you want. the old forces do not have the patience to deal with regrets. 2. be aware and beware of the consequences. magic is not inconsequential, and what you receive you must give back. 3. a wish is a promise, and a promise to the ancients is a promise you keep. 4. no takebacks. you asked for it. you will have it until your end- and sometimes, that time is longer than the time you live. 5. the world can be cruel- but if you have the right amount of tears on your eyes and just enough blood on your tongue, you wish will be granted kindly. 6. the world can be kind- but if you get a soft beginning, your ending will most likely hurt. 7. should you wish for life, know it must be paid with life later. 8. never forget that balance is all that exists, and if you decide to wish against it, the universe shall swallow you whole. 9. wishing is dreaming. close your eyes and dream.

i- "I don't love her!", you scream fiercely Hanging from the veins around your heart. Child, you are not fooling anyone You and I know that goddesses are what drives you insane Silent prayers and getting high on silent answers (which are no answer at all, mind you) and unrequited devotion. You want her desperately. You want her hopelessly. ii- But you are used to being ignored by those you put on pedestals. To this goddess, you barely pray. But whenever you do... ...she answers. Gods,  does she answer. You refuse to believe. You refuse to see you finally have a deity at your feet. She is there, though. Somehow, she never leaves. iii- You've found out what it means to be in love. And you're terrified to see the end of it, so you take it all. And you sink and sink and sink and drown And - good gods - you find out how it feels to have a goddess between your hips. And you find out the taste of a goddess' lips. It is more addictive than the la

I walk out and the sky is clear for the first time in years. It feels slightly wrong, but I allow myself to enjoy the sun. I can finally see colors, and they are almost overwhelming for my once blind eyes. I'm in love with them. I hear whispers and singing voices and a soft hum coming with the wind. I welcome the wind. It's like the world is telling me everything that I missed when I was trapped in my cave. "This is a flower", it says. "It blooms every spring, and it is beautiful." I look at the flower. It is gorgeous, and I wish I could comprehend why. "It is beautiful now. But it will wither, and the petals will fall.", I mumble. I remember looking at myself in the bathroom mirror and seeing my eyes wither. "Yes, it will", the clouds hum. "But it will grow again next spring. It will not be the same, of course. They are never the same. But you will love it nonetheless." I desperately hope so. The world tells me about