For another Day

 A while ago someone told him things are not what they seem to be, of course, I was eavesdropping on them, but then again I don't think that would be a correct term to use here, I don't eavesdrop on people but what I did back then is more close to eavesdropping than simply observing subjects, I would not say that it was intentional because I often wander around those part of the isle yet it felt intentional, maybe because I stuck around with them longer than what is considered normal, but then again it would be wrong if I categorize my action in "normal" as they're far from them, well I guess I did what I had to, but look at it this way, I have something to tell you, whoever that you might be but still. 

People don't like to be heard when they talk about things that could shatter the persona they crafted for the world to look at and use it as their "self" to reflect, justify, or outright commit their excuses, ideas, or everything in between, but then again most people fails to overcome their ego to be able to accept themselves what they don't want to, or in other words the failure of overcome their shadow, well it happened a while ago, it's hard to tell accurately but give or take couple millennia so I would say that it's quite blurry, I can still recall it nonetheless, I am sure there would be no complications in my description.

Well, it began with the person confessing what he did, I don't remember what he told that other person about whatever horrendous act he committed but I remember vividly that it was vile enough for me to gag, gracefully I lack the ability to throw up, what's strange that I still remember that the satisfactory expression on the other person's face as if oddly liked it, it was a during the dawn, I can tell because I remember the fading glimpse of the sun stretched far across the horizon, it was quite something.
It's been quite a while since I've been trying to piece together what I know to find what could be so atrocious, to begin with as if it's some sort of fun little activity for me, which I suppose is quite baffling for most people, you know, people like to act as if the world is all rainbow and roses as if all the "evil" or whatever that means is some sort of abomination of nature while in reality, it is nature, or at least a part of it that they hate, I mean I can see why they do that, we often tend to hide from what scares us the most, whether it'd be little ladybug or the awareness of existence itself, people tend to either cage what they're afraid of, or be caged where there is not a sign of the thing that scares them, only because they lack the "courage" to outright face it, it's basically a biological trait and all living things does that, there's nothing wrong with it, it quite shows despite being the most technologically advanced, how primative they still are.
It seems like I quite lost track of where we were going with this, ah yes! well, it seems like I made quite an error while "observing" those people, my dearest apologies, things are not exactly as they're for you people, where I came from people like to create and observe their moving arts, at least "moving art" for you, everything is quite still for me, even here, I would tell you what it was/is/will be like but it's quite irrelevant as people only understand things from their level of perception, but alas let me end the story I began with "A while ago" as you'll see quite a pattern in it, well let's just say we're still far from it, and before I end this I just want to let you know that ending is quite underwhelming giving the fact that how much build up there was, but I guess they weren't wrong when they said "Journey is more exciting than the final destination.", I guess art can be in ways be more creative than the thing that crafted it, she was afraid, what I mistakenly thought as something else due to "some translation error" was basically a emotion of despair, one of the most tragic thing even a god can feel, well god don't really feel anything, but that's a tale for another day.