17 June 2012
My strength was unsapped;
i was untouched by disease and decay. At first i revelled in my longlevity. I marvelled at my unnaturalness. I lived a dozen lifetimes, one after another. I was a pauper, a princess and many things between. At one stage i loved pretending to be all the things i wasn't. And i drew facinated stares. I drew intrigue. I cloaked myself in mystery and found that adventure was my forte. I could tell you some tales about those years! They were my wierdness years and my glory years. Through the nineteenth and twentieth centuries... Well, i barely stopped. But even super human grow weary.
Super Humans • Opuss № I