The Case Study of Kaiden Blake
Chapter 2: Wherever you want.
Whomever created the bones that hold me together told me I could go wherever I want.
Told me I could reach the stars, though I couldn't hear their voice.
Though the world has morphed that into a simple expression.
But I've decided today I want to travel to an island in the middle of the ocean. I want to own the island, but not with foreign contracts. I've bottled up all the energy around me, corked it inside and watched it thrash at the glass.
Surely these molecules amount to something. Surely these molecules are worthy of haggling. Matter in this world.
I want to shave off my hair, dye it grey -- for wisdom, of course -- and shatter every mirror in sight. Adding to the poor luck, subtracting those feelings that mirrors give you. Betraying those days in which you wake up to see that reflection in the mirror that sends you right back to bed. That reflection is two-faced, sometimes ordering your facial muscles to create an astrological smile. Sometimes that half-moon is worth it.
I want to run away to an island today, and don't you dare tell me I'm crazy.
I swear my creator told me I could go wherever I want, doesn't that sound crazy?
Are you willing to go where you want to be?