Silence happens most days. Some days it gets a bit noisy. Where exactly? My head. Tick. Tick. That’s the sound of my brain thumping against my skull. It creates a dark rhythm. The rhythm to hear all the souls who left the human experience too soon. I feel that. Vigorously. I start to ignite every passion they had that they wanted to fulfill before they were dead. All the dead in this world, belongs in me. I get so sad sometimes because I take the weight of all the sadness of the forgotten. That’s why I’m powerful in a way. I'm a vessel, but at the same time, I break too. I don’t like to cause havoc, but so be it for the creatures of my, and the universes creation. I am of the universe. I claim every human experience around me, but get to experience it myself as well. This is the core of me. The beloved darkness and the tranquility of light hanging in the background of all of your lives.

Your dearly beloved,

Julicia Salvatore

This time there is a P.S.

P.S. Do you still love me when I’m manic?