Echo's Endless Obituary

[Echo Faust]

Kept within a tattered notebook, far from the eyes of any living human being, are the words of a wandering soul who refuses to leave this world behind.

• NO. 1 / I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND
  
• NO. 2 / SEA LIFE
  

[Echo Faust]

NO. 1 / I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND

You would think it would be easy, to just finally be free from every restraint one could ever have on them. There is no such thing as an up or a down, no ground to to be bounded to; as the famous living dead, I can do whatever I please without having to worry about anything. Though, these days, I worry about so much more than I ever use to in the pass. It seems as if with a life full of restrictions, a life with boundaries and laws, kept me a lot more sane than I am right now. I can see why all of these fanatical leaders who constrict and restrain individuals have such a loyal kingdom; I'm losing sight of the reasoning behind those who fight oppression, for those who destroy law and order only cause more chaos. Is that the answer? Is that what is the right thing to do? It is too much to think about, and as I am now it is something I just shouldn't worry about.

Why waste time thinking about something like this at all? What made me decide to keep something silly like a diary anyways? I'm not a little girl anymore, I'm a grown adult! I shouldn't have to write down what I'm feeling, I shouldn't feel like I need someone to listen! This is pathetic, and disgusting, and the worst! I'm no better than all the mortals who complain about every little thing, that think their trivial lives and trivial matters are so important. I need to get out of this mentality, get out of this feeling, and straighten myself out. I don't even know what it is that brought me to this paradigm!

No, wait, I do know! It was that damned, damned little girl I met in the forest. I don't know what it is that she did to me, I don't know what it was about running into her that changed the way I thought, but she did something to me to bring this upon me! Prolonged exposure to her damaged mind, her fickle thoughts and feelings plaguing my own mind and soul like a festering disease. Damn her! Damn her, I will make her pay!

[Echo Faust]

NO. 2 / SEA LIFE

This Gerudo I met underneath the bridge in the moonlight, he's unlike any whom I have ever met in the past. He isn't the walking idiocy most of them come off to me, and he doesn't seem to retain any of those feral elements that I've had the displeasure of realizing with those of his kind; the conversation we had about the open sea, about life on the sea, had got me thinking about a lot of things. I couldn't help but picture myself operating my own vessel, leaving the mainland all behind and going out to sea to escape from all the cur I have to deal with in my day-to-day life even now. I could totally picture myself in a pirate's hat, but I guess that thought is more childish than running away!

I wonder if I could do it, man a ship and take a crew with me to go places I've always wanted to go. Would I take people I know? Would I hire any mercenary looking for some cheap pay? How would they feel about working with a ghost? Hah, they would never know until they question why it is I sleep all day and only come out at night. I'm sure, if they did find out the hard way, it would be quite the ghastly surprise! Regardless of all that, dead or alive, it's something I've been wanting to do for such a long time.

I don't know why I am writing about something trivial like this, or why I am deciding to continue to write in this stupid thing at all, but nonetheless I am until I can burn this old thing away from existence. Not being able to toss this diary, not being able to stop writing, is something that baffles me so much. Does that mean that I am weak? Does it mean that I have something bothering me? I don't have the time to worry about all of that right now, I just thought it'd be worth noting just how nice it would be to live a pirate's life. Heh, yeah, maybe next time.