Mood:Sad
Song of Choice:The Piano Opening of She Said by Cold
Topic: Thinking
Days That Have Passed Since I sent Eric's Letter: 3 Weeks and 6 days
Days Until Spring Break:49
::lies in her hammock sword in hand hand off to one side:: For as long as I can remember I've wanted to protect people...sometimes I could...hide them, fight for them, lie for them,...anything they didn't even have to ask...but now...I'm powerless...
I remember now when it started...I was in like the first or second grade and I always got picked on...but I didn't know how to fight so I'd always cry...but a boy...one day stood up for me and took care of me...his name was Michael...I'll always remember him...he taught me to fight how to be tough and how to stand on my own two feet...he took care of me alot...I rember his dad use to beat him and that's why he knew so much...but from then on I just wanted to be like him and protect people...much like a wolf like friend of mine who I become more mentally in tune with each day...
I've saved my share...stoped enough surcides...cried enough tears...begged for enough lives to be spared...but you cans win them all can you? ::Gets out of her hammock and floats down to the Sanctuary floor::
It is said that the strong prey on the weak but perhaps it is the weak that prey on the kind-hearted taking them down with them ::fences with shadow in the candel light:: the oppressed will not fight for themselves they need a leader...the poor will not retaliate against the rich...::sigh::such a world...I would give anything to wash away all this pain and insanity the state of profanity that this world resides in...this flith if only for a short while...
Such burdens on my mind...such pains burden other's soul...just one peaceful day...just one...::sheaths sword:: I miss being happy being truley simply happy in a moment in time...when I could watch Peter eat and just be happy in the fact that it had been my idea to come to that resteruant, of watching Jun stare out the bus window, the pure jubilation of Ivette giving me a cookie...I miss that so very very much. ::floats up to hammock:: I'm tired...I think...I'll rest and try to dream of better days...
Song of Choice:The Piano Opening of She Said by Cold
Topic: Thinking
Days That Have Passed Since I sent Eric's Letter: 3 Weeks and 6 days
Days Until Spring Break:49
::lies in her hammock sword in hand hand off to one side:: For as long as I can remember I've wanted to protect people...sometimes I could...hide them, fight for them, lie for them,...anything they didn't even have to ask...but now...I'm powerless...
I remember now when it started...I was in like the first or second grade and I always got picked on...but I didn't know how to fight so I'd always cry...but a boy...one day stood up for me and took care of me...his name was Michael...I'll always remember him...he taught me to fight how to be tough and how to stand on my own two feet...he took care of me alot...I rember his dad use to beat him and that's why he knew so much...but from then on I just wanted to be like him and protect people...much like a wolf like friend of mine who I become more mentally in tune with each day...
I've saved my share...stoped enough surcides...cried enough tears...begged for enough lives to be spared...but you cans win them all can you? ::Gets out of her hammock and floats down to the Sanctuary floor::
It is said that the strong prey on the weak but perhaps it is the weak that prey on the kind-hearted taking them down with them ::fences with shadow in the candel light:: the oppressed will not fight for themselves they need a leader...the poor will not retaliate against the rich...::sigh::such a world...I would give anything to wash away all this pain and insanity the state of profanity that this world resides in...this flith if only for a short while...
Such burdens on my mind...such pains burden other's soul...just one peaceful day...just one...::sheaths sword:: I miss being happy being truley simply happy in a moment in time...when I could watch Peter eat and just be happy in the fact that it had been my idea to come to that resteruant, of watching Jun stare out the bus window, the pure jubilation of Ivette giving me a cookie...I miss that so very very much. ::floats up to hammock:: I'm tired...I think...I'll rest and try to dream of better days...
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