Random Thoughts of an Unchecked Mind

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

The Darkness

I walk down the street and a silence presses upon my ears. I cannot hear the rain as it pours down around me. I cannot hear my heart as it beats in my chest. I do not know where I am, and I do not know how I got here. The darkness closes in on me, caging me in, stealing away my sight, stealing away my warmth, stealing away my breath.
I scream, but no one can hear me. I reach out, but no one can touch me. I plead, but no one can see me. Tears stream down my face as I press on, knowing that there's a crowd around me but unable to see anything but the darkness that's enveloping me, grabbing me, drowning me. My lungs choke for air, but are filled only with that intangible darkness. I feel only the grip of ice as it slides up and down my skin, crawling over my nerves, making me cold, so cold.
I walk blindly, grasping in vain for a hand in the blackness. Praying for a savior. My God, why hast thou forsaken me? Left me to roam aimlessly through this maze of torture, where I know no happiness, know no kindness. Cruelty spits in my face and scars my body, turning my soul as black as the darkness that surrounds me. I am not worthy of redemption, but still my heart hopes for, my heart longs for, my heart cries out for salvation. Have you forgotten me, as has the rest of the world?
I am blind, unable to see. I am deaf, unable to hear. I am mute, unable to be heard. I am lame, unable to walk a step farther. I collapse to the ground, the heavy weight of misfortune resting upon my shoulders. I've carried my burden for so long. I've fought my battle so hard. I've been invisible for too long. As I'm overwhelmed by the power of the dark cloud that has settled around me, I see my future before me.
I am a shadow, living on the outside of a glass wall, able to see all that is around me, but unable to be seen by any one who has eyes. Able to hear all that is said around me, but unable to be heard by those who have ears. The psychological torment of my mind tears me down piece by piece, until there is nothing left of me but an empty shell, pale skin stained by tears long cried, by dirt long dwelt in, by blood long spilled.
I am the poetic dreamer, cursed to observe and twist the malleable substance of hearts and turn it into stories, into pictures, into songs, so that the world might understand the pain without the inconvenience of having to experience it themselves. I am the weeping willow, watching over her bestial children in the pond she protects, crying silently because I cannot swim with them, cannot fly with them, cannot move. I am the sun in the sky, looking down upon a darkened earth, crying tears of golden rays, longing to see how things are in the dark, longing for the company of the stars, longing to stand upon the ground I warm so generously. I am the angel who pierces your soul, reading words of forgotten stories, looking upon your hearts of stone, your hearts of ice, your hearts of glass. I know your secrets, but I do not speak them, for, even if I did, nobody would hear me.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Kudos

So I was sitting here comteplating life and, gazing through photographs and sifting through clips of "homemade movies", I realized that there have been quite a few people in my life who mean more to me than I thought they did. So I'm going to take this time now to send out kudos to each and every one of them (in no particular order).
**Warning**
This is not for the faint of heart. This is going to be a seriously long blog. If you don't like to read, walk away while you still have the chance. If you're curious to see if you're in it... May the force be with you.

My Immediate Family: Kudos to you! Sorry! I'm "clumping" you, otherwise I'd be here FOREVER!! You're my family, so it shouldn't be a surprise that y'all get kudos. I don't have to pull out all the mushy details. All for one and one for all. That's us. (At least it should be. ^_~)
'Chole: Kudos to you! God, where do I begin? Who would have thought this friendship would have formed the day you said, "Get off my sidewalk!!"? There's so much I could say to you that I don't even know what to say. I swear that you're the sister I never had and I don't know WHAT I'd be like if you weren't ever around. I swear I think you're the only person I can really be myself around. In some way, you and I have become different parts of the same person, and I think that rocks. From the first to the last, in this race we call life I better see you at the finish line! ^_~ Keep an eye on poopy-butt while I'm not around.
Chris: Kudos to you! It's been six years since I've seen your face. You're probably the first boy I ever loved (with whatever concept of love I had at the time), and I don't think I'll ever in my life be able to let go of the memory of you, even though I know in my heart you've forgotten me. You taught me a great lesson about losing someone close to you, and I won't ever forget the great friendship we had way back when. I can't imagine that you're the same person you once were, but I'll always remember the Chris Kindle who I went swimming with almost every day of those two wonderful summers, who I rode bikes with like it was going out of style, and who I could talk to about anything on that swing that was then in my front yard, milling the day away with stories and jokes. I'll always remember how you popped the back tire of your bike by running over a sewer grate on the way to watch me play softball and we had to walk the rest of the way to the diamond together. I'll always remember the radio you had clipped to your bike, constantly blaring that Backstreet Boys tape, singing along with "I Want it That Way". (Btw, I'll never be able to hear that song without thinking of you.) You were the first boy to stand me up and you were the first boy who ever really liked me back as more than a friend, even though you were too scared to tell me. You'll be with me forever in my dreams, where I can visit that time when the two of us were young and innocent, and we'll swing together in the park as if we never said goodbye. I hope your life is good, and I wish the best for you and whatever endeavors you take on.
Kyle: Kudos to you! Boy, did we have fun. You were always that little tag-along that always seemed to be there when I turned around. You had this way of making me feel special when no one else could. I really believe that we had something, but we were both to young to see it for what it could have been. I'll never EVER forget July 4th, 2001. The best yet, I think you know to what I'm referring. So many things of summer will make me think of you. You played a part in the shaping of me, in your quirky little way, and I only regret that we couldn't be better friends in the long run. To life and happiness, may you be blessed with that which you deserve. You chased my car through the rain to catch me, and for that I will forever pray that your children don't have "poo-colored" eyes. ^_~ I have to admit, you're the only friend I've seriously watched Jeopardy with, even though we talked through pratically all of it, and I'll always think of you when I swing on those swings in stadium park. Keep it real, Ingle-DON'T. ^_~
Mrs. Dew: Kudos to you! You made me who I am today, with my great love of writing. You should see the other students. They know better than to talk ill about you when I'm around, though I never understood how they could. *Shrugs* You've been with me through the soap opera I call "Life" since seventh grade and never gave up on me. You were always the ear that listened to me when I had too much to say and you were always the spicket of good advice I could turn on whenever I needed some help. I'll never lose touch with you, I swear, because you are probably the most radiant woman I have ever met. I still think of you everytime I read the Sevenwaters Trilogy and try to picture Liaden in my head. I could go on forever and never find the right words to say to you. By far, you receive the ultimate kudos. You were my teacher, my mentor, and sometimes a lot like a friend, and since I'm no longer a student I can say that without anyone getting in trouble. ^_~ I hope your Power of the Pen teams go to state from here on out, even though I can't be around to enjoy it with you. You let me know the day the next Heather comes through. I'd really enjoy meeting her. ^_^ May your life be blessed and smile because when time stands still and your days here are done, your soul is going to live forever through all of the people you've touched with your radiance. (And trust me, I'll bet there's a lot of them.)
Miranda: Kudos to you! There may be some who tell me you shouldn't be in this blog, and you might hate me for putting you here, but we were friends once, the best of. We were with each other through so much for the earlier parts of our lives and I'll be forever sorry for driving you away, but, in a way, I guess it was coming. We were turning different directions on our journeys, and our paths just split. I can't overlook the many years we had together. I can't erase the memories, or pretend that I never shared anything with you. We ran the bases in the rain at band camp. You'll be forever imprinted upon my soul. I always looked up to you, with your many talents and love of life. Everyone liked you because to them it seemed as though you liked yourself, and maybe after we stopped being friends you began to. Secrets shared behind closed doors in the middle of the night when the world is asleep, tapes of a non-existent radio show on which the two of us were DJs, and The Mothman Prophecies: These are all wonderful things I'll remember when I think of you. You once told me that my problem was that I hold on to all the bad things that happen to me in my life and overlook the good. I'll think of these things and, although a tear will spring to my eye, I'll smile because they were, indeed, good.
Teppy: Kudos to you! I don't think I even have to give a reason. You are just... Beautiful. You're not perfect, but you're certainly someone who deserves all the happiness she can get. You've had it rough, but you've stuck around this long, and you've taught me a little bit about friendship. It comes in all ages and sizes (sorry, couldn't resist), and it sticks with you no matter how far away you go. I remember holding your hand one night until it became early in the morning and watched you cry, biting back tears myself. Ever since then, I think I've had this bond with you that, while you and I may not be like Nikki and I are, it's gonna be there until both of us are dead. I'd give up all my CHANCES at happiness to see you smile, and never find someone I could enjoy a taco pizza and good conversation with as much as I enjoy bonding in that way with you. I don't have to hide my insecurities from you, because you'll always be there to help me get over them. From now til forever... I mean, the Lemur King said it best: "What is a bite on the buttocks amongst friends? Here, give me a nibble!" (Shut up, Spalding!)
Clarissa: Kudos to you! You are the sister of my soul and the song in my heart! You better never let me catch you talking bad about your own voice again. It's gorgeous. You just have to believe it yourself. You are a beautiful girl, Clarissa, and I'll smile the day you realize that. I see so much of myself in you... I want you to be happy. To have what I didn't. Never in my life will I forget you or your siblings. (Ask Aaron when he's moving in with me! ^_~) When I'm with your family, I feel as though I'm part of your family. You've got a pretty good one, Clarissa. No families are perfect. If all else fails, you'll always have me as family. ^_^ We are one in the same, and I'll always be here for you when you need me. Btw, Damascus wants me to tell you to tell Kajin that he misses her. ^_~
Tina: Kudos to you! Is it "Ti-Marie" now? I can NEVER keep up with your nicknames! God, woman, you move a mile a minute! ^_~ There are so many great times with you. You know what I'll say, so I'm just going to keep it to myself, but don't ever think you're anything less than fabulous. Because you are fabulous. ABSOLUTELY fabulous, at that. You've got the world waiting for you to grab ahold of it, you just gotta reach for it. Lylas. Always have, always will.
Amanda: Kudos to you! I can't forget you, even though we only bonded a few times. It took me a long time to realize how very great you were, and I think that kinda sucks. You will forever and always be the ultimate in Pow-Wow leaders, and I'd be happy to lead a Pow-Wow alongside you anyday. I wish the best to you. You wrote me a poem that, believe it or not, helped me believe in myself a little bit more, which I never thought could happen. Thank you for that.
Craig Miller: Kudos to you! Augh!! I love you love you love you! You are just awesome. You're probably the nicest guy I have ever met. I don't think it's possible for you to be mean! I've seen you angry once, but you have to admit, that was hilarious! Come on, marshmallows on hamburgers? There are worse things in life. I'm not even going to say anymore. I don't need a reason to give you kudos. I remember sophomore year asking you if you'd run away with me and get married. Lol. I loved how we could always joke around like that. You're the only guy I could ever really do that with.
Jarrod: Kudos to you! If I ever need a pep talk, I know who to go to. How in the WORLD did you get so wise?? You astound me, JH. And you better hold on to Kate! You two are the best in all the world.
Ricky: Kudos to you! Yay! Concrete soccer-induced bloody knees!! Good times, good times. You just rock out loud, Rick. You got me over to your house to play basketball. Basketball! which I totally suck at! And who can forget the pick-up soccer game? It's hard to explain how you mean a lot to me without it sounding wierd. You're just awesome. I'd be happy to help you through your rough times any day. I'll never forget how you claim I made you cry by being so nice to you. I guess sometimes I do things right. Every once in awhile, you know. Anyway, there's only one thing I can say: "What are you smiling about??!!"
Kurtis: Kudos to you! Ashy... Weenie. The one and only. You love me. You know it. I rock your world. ^_~ I'm sorry that General Have-No-Care won't be around to help you this year. When in doubt, just remember what I always end up telling you: "Get over it!" You know I'm right about some things, and you know I'll always be the one you talk to when you don't think you have anything to say. I'm glad I can be there for you. Someday you'll come to me without me having to weasel the information out of you, and I promise, one that day, I'll be around to hear what you have to say. You'll always be THE Weenie. Just remember who called you it first. ^_~ ("I bet it's The Mean Streak." .......... "...It's a choo-choo...")
Keithy: Kudos to you! Boy, you are weird, but you really made life interesting for me. I'll always hold you in my heart, but somedays I'll just look at you and think, "Good God! What is he on??!!" ^_~ You might look like you're twelve but you have the heart of an adult. Keep it real, Keithy.
Andrew: Kudos to you! And your family, little buddy! Wow! I don't even know if I can give you enough kudos. To your mother, who is so like me I'm sure I'll be turning to her for advice in the future, and your father, who is just the nicest man in the world. You really luck out in the parents department. To your sister, sweet and talented Chelsea. She's going places, you watch and see. But to you, My Andrew, who gave me a tape of the "Happy Song". I missed you at Disney, I really did, and I meant it when I said the band was a little less of what it normally was without you there. I often pull out the note you wrote me after your eigth grade retreat and I cry everytime I read it. You are so kind and so amazing that I don't think the world could ever treat you wrong, and if it does, it's picking a fight with me. You will always be my little buddy, the shining star that lights up the future. Never forget to smile.
Andith: Kudos to you! ANDITH!!!!!! Omg, you rock! I will never be able to remember every historical fact you've told me, but, my God, what a memory! Put you and Squeegee together and that's the end of it for me. Your stories will live on in my mind along with your smile, which I could always manage to draw out from you. One of these days, you'll go down in history, Andith. As will I, for getting Ms. Hare to call you "Andith" in class. ^_^
Squeegee: Kudos to you! Kyle, you're just amazing. You've been a great friend, and I would entrust my band boys to no one else. I wish you could see how far you're going to go in life like I can. You're going to change the world! (Or become the dictator of it, whichever comes first. ^_~) If you ever pine for a girl and she doesn't want you back, you point her out to me and I'll have my hitman take care of that. I remember you confided in me once about your life insecurities, and on that day I really felt closer to you as a friend. You are THE Captain Kyle, but you'll always be Squeegee in my eyes. You were mad at me once, and I hated it. I was scared... But, I still believe in your goodness, because you really are a great person.
Elliot: Kudos to you! The one true Ferret... Oh, God... Wanna know a secret? I'm gonna tell you how you sunk yourself with me in one very short sentence. Ready for it? You were nice to me. That's all there really is to it. You are the epitome of sarcastic negativity, but for about three wonderful months of marching band season, you were nice to me. Being with you made me feel really special, and I may never know why you treated me that way. That's what made me fall for you, Elliot. I saw this side of you that actually cared about ME, whom barely anyone cared about. For God's sake, you won me a stuffed animal! But always in my mind is going to be the one game where we premiered the Pirates of the Carribbean, and I was having a bad day and I was depressed beyond expression. On the field I missed a flip, and you noticed. No one ever notices ANYTHING about me, but you saw me mess up... Then, in a fit of unchecked depressed whatever, I told you how you never let me hug you. You did as I thought you would: Defended yourself, to be disproved by a tearful me, then said, "Oh" and went off to do your own thing, but when you came back, you looked at me, sitting there with tears in my eyes, and you held out your arms, YOU being the one to initiate a hug. I never know what to expect from you, because when I expect something, you always to the opposite. That night, Elliot, and what you did for me, is probably the SWEETEST thing that ANYONE has EVER done for me in my life. That's why you mean so much to me. You saw me when I even believe I wasn't there, invisible to everyone. You hugged me... Granted, shortly thereafter, after the marching band banquet, you started being a jerk to me, but still... I think of you, and all I can see is that Elliot who I talked to and joked with and, actually, even flirted with on occassion. You won me Fuzzwad at the school festival and you hugged me when the world couldn't see me. A long time later, when I called you in desperation, you didn't hang up. I called you believing I'd hear certain things that would make me feel worse about myself, but in turn help me accept them as truth, and you didn't say a single thing I thought you would. You said the exact opposite, so now I'll never really be able to fully not believe in myself, because I'll always remember what you said on the phone that night. I think I hurt you that night... I said a mean thing, but you were still there for me, in your Elliot-ish way. I'm sorry if I really did hurt you, even though I know you'd never admit that I did if it were true, and will probably brush my apology off as if it doesn't matter, it was mean of me. I guess it's time to let you go now, but you still hold a place in my memory. I'll never forget those three months that we had this strange bond of friendship that may never be able to be explained. *Nods* Kudos to you, Elliot. Kudos to you.
Isaac: Kudos to you! Ikey... Ike-man... I could never list all of the nicknames. Or the anorexic-bulimic jokes for that matter. (He eats nothing, then throws it back up! ^_~) Six years, Ikey. Six years. That seems so long. I've pratically watched you grow up, turn into this uber-saxophone God! You might hit some rough times, but I believe in you. I know what you can do, you just have to learn how to flex your wings. If you ever need me, you know where I am. Lemme know if you ever find your horny green Furby. ^_~
Dale: Kudos to you! From the beginning, to the end... Where is the end? I can't even tell at this moment in our lives. I've known you for the least amount of time than anyone else here, but you've impacted my life no less than the rest of them. You love me. I know you do. You might be the first one who ever really did... This is to our future, be it as friends or more. Time tells for us, Dale, but I know I wouldn't be the same without you.

This blog could go on forever, and I'm running out of time. Maybe I'll add to the list as time passes. As I sit here I can think of people who deserve to be there and aren't: Todd, Jamie, Eric, Laura, Nikki M., Curt, Alex... I have to stop myself. I just don't have enough time to list everyone... Someday I'll give you your deserved kudos. If you think you've won a spot in my heart, you probably have... I just don't have any words left inside of me...
Kudos. Kudos to you all.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

The Doll

On the shelf in the toy store there sits a doll. Her dress is torn, patched with colorful little pieces of cloth, so that it looks like a sort of quilt. Where there should be a smile on a doll's face, a frown resides, dolorous eyes to match the forlorn expression. She has dark brown hair, matted with dust from long months without movement or attention. One would almost believe she were part of the shelf itself.
Every day she watches as the other dolls are taken from the shelf, bought by the mothers of little girls with excitement in their eyes. In a few precious hours they'll be at home with their new treasure, brushing their hair and finding wonderful new outfits for them. They'll sing them to sleep at night and love them in that way that only children can love.
She sits and watches with her lonely eyes as one by one other dolls are taken and replaced by new dolls, each one with a brighter smile than the last. At night she watches as the janitors turn out the lights and put the store to rest, and still the other dolls sit, their eyes vibrant, eager for the next day's crowd.
"How naive they are" she thinks in her mind. "They go off to children who love them, but in the end it will be all for naught. They will throw them in the garbage when they've outgrown them. Love never lasts. It's all an illusion."
This she believes as she sits on her shelf, looking down at her raggedy dress. She looks at her hands where a layer of dust acts as her new skin. She tugs at her hair, attempting to make it a little smoother, to make herself a little more presentable.
This she believes, but still in her synthetic heart she holds hope. Hope that someday she'll, too, be taken off of the shelf, bought by a child with sparkling eyes and a song on her lips. Knowing that she'll never be chosen for the way she appears, she still believes that someone, somewhere, someday might want to take her home, because inside she is innocent. Inside she is pure and vibrant, more beautiful than any other doll surrounding her, but there's a problem.
You see, she is, after all, just a doll. Dolls are judged purely by how they look. She has no speech to voice her beauty and no muscles to grace the world with her movements. She can only sit on the shelf among hundreds of other dolls, that doleful expression painted on her features.
She knows a secret that no one else does, on which she muses with a tear.
"I may be surrounded by a crowd of smiling faces, but that doesn't mean I'm not alone."

Friday, August 26, 2005

Dear Ikey

Dear Ikey,
I love you in all the world as my best guy friend. You always had a way of being there for me in the past. When I was down you knew how to cheer me up. We shared our problems with each other and were as close as two friends could be. I would never hear an ill word spoken about you in any circumstance... but now....
I barely know you anymore. The person I was once friends with is gone and has been replaced by someone who I feel as though doesn't even care for me in any way. We told each other everything, but this year, I was the person you went to last, when everyone else was too busy for you, or didn't say what you wanted to hear, or just weren't around to listen to you. But I was always there, even when you didn't want me to be.
I try to turn a blind eye, but you have changed. You're not the same person you once were. You don't look the same, you don't act the same, sometimes you don't even sound the same. You don't want to listen to me anymore, but always want me to listen to you. Sometimes you're even just a plain jerk.
It tears my heart to say bad things about you, but I can't be naive anymore. I can't just hang on your every word and pretend that you're the same Ikey I met five years ago. In fact, maybe it's time for me to face the facts. You're not "Ikey" anymore at all. You're just Isaac. Maybe that's all there is to it. I have to accept that Ikey is the past, a figment of my memory, one of many that I find it so hard to forget.
I'll always remember you, Ikey, and I'll always love you as a friend. Through thick and thin we were friends and, though I may lose you, you'll always have a place in my heart. Here's to you, Ikey. I believe that you can reach your dreams. I always did. Just don't get to busy to believe in yourself. If you ever need a hand, don't be afraid to ask. You know I'll always be here for you.
Good luck in school, Isaac. I hope life is as prosperous for you as I've always known it would be. Don't forget the people who care about you. They'll never forget you.
Love,
~Heather~

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Whew

With the exception of campus band, I've now been to all of my classes once, and I'm really happy to find out that I'm actually kind of excited about them. None of my professors are intolerable (thus far) and I think I'll like that classes I'm taking. Yay! Joy! Fun!
Having said that, I leave now to take a nap or play my flute or SOMETHING that at the present doesn't involve schoolwork.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

A Happy Birthday

What entails a happy birthday? There's always that stereotypical scene of a family gathered around the lucky candidate and the smoke from the candles as the individual blows them out in one breath, thus allowing his or her wish to come true. There are presents and smiles and everyone is happy. That's what makes it a happy birthday.
I was brought into the world at 11:25am of August 23rd in the year 1986. That makes today my birthday. It's not so hard being far from home. I'm accustomed to never having anything special and amazing happen to me on my big day, in fact, I can recall many birthdays that have kind of really stunk, so in fact, I'm used to having an un-happy birthday. Anyway...
No one here knows that it's my birthday, so no party for me tonight. Classes start tomorrow and my entire life is beginning to change. I'm ready to start over. I'm ready for things to be new. This is where I belong, and I'm confident of that.
But I remember Ikey. He was my best guy friend for five years and now... I don't even know him anymore. We were always so thoughtful when it came to each other. Today he came online...
Isaac: hey do you know Emily T cell phone number
Heather: Yeah.
Isaac: Can you give it to me??
Heather: 419-***-****
Isaac: Thanks ttyl have a good day
Isaac may or my not reply because the user is offline.
He didn't even remember that it was my birthday. It didn't really bother me that no one here would celebrate today for me. It didn't really bother me that I'd be almost 500 miles away from my family and anyone who cared about me. But it really really really bothers me that Ikey forgot my birthday.
I leave now, to try to make the best of today, with no friends and no one who really cares that I turned 19 today, but worst of all, knowing that Ikey barely acknowledges my existence.
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday, Dear Heather!
Happy Birthday to you!

Monday, August 22, 2005

The Bird

A bird sits on the windowsill, looking to the ground below anxiously, its golden feathers bright in the dying evening light. It looks up to the clouds passing by above and tilts its head slightly to the left, hearing a noise in the distance.
Across the fields at the edge of the woods a young woman cowers in the brush, sobbing uncontrollably into her hands, where her palms gently cradle a broken locket. Intrigued, the small creature takes to flight and alights on a small twig of a buch right next to her.
Hearing its motion next to her, the young woman looks up, gazing dolefully through the raven shower of hair that hangs in her face. Her greens eyes are empty, as if made only to cry the tears that stream down her cheek.
"What do you know of pain, Little Nightengale?" she asks, her voice broken and brimming with despair. "You have wings. You fly to the sun when trouble comes and settle at night to a nest where you are welcomed by your woodland family. I would trade you lives without hesitation."
The bird looks at her curiously, unsure of what to make of such a strange creature. Is it a friend or an enemy? Is it seeking comfort or an afternoon snack? It sees her lips move, but the noise that comes out is foreign to its animal ears.
It looks at the locket she holds cupped in her delicate hands. With a small chirp the bird jumps down to the ground and picks at the necklace carefully, as if trying to fix it. Without having any success, it looks up to her apologetically, it's tiny black eyes sincere. The young woman looks on curiously, and her eyes fill with wonder as a new idea dawns on her.
"Poor Nightengale," she muses, the sorrow in her voice turned to a raw sympathy. "You have wings to fly from your troubles, but you have not the hands to fix what is broken. You can only sing of the things you've lost, leaving them behind when they are beyond repair. My life is indeed more blessed than I thought."
She stands up, brushing the dirt and foiliage off of her dress. With a small half-smile to the bird she turns and walks back through the forest, clutching her broken locket tightly. The bird watches until she disappears then flies down to the ground below the windowsill where its nest is stationed.
There in the grass lies a small baby bird, a mess of twisted bones and mangled feathers from its fall from the nest. The bird picks at the baby in the same way it had the young woman's locket and looks to where she had been at the edge of the forest. With liquid eyes it flies back to its perch on the sill and begins to sing.
"What do you know of pain, Young woman?" it thinks in its bestial mind. " You have the tears to cry when your heart is filled with sorrow. If ever an emotion is too strong they can come like little drops of rain, and all I have is a pretty voice. I would trade you lives without hesitation..."

Yay!!!

Yay! I'm here to blog my little -strike that...- BIG heart out! ^_^ Now I can say all of the randomly useless things in my head without worrying about to whom I sound stupid! ^_^ Isn't insecurity fun????