Day 1:
I am a fawn.
Met three friends today, one was a big rabbit.
We ran around and changed the other deers pelts while they were sleeping, but they didn't seem to mind.
I hope I see my friends again, but I'm afraid the next time I return I wont recognize them. I plan to spend time away to familiarize myself with the forest and the others in the community.
Tired now.
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Exchanging hands, passing secrets. He let them slip through his grasp the way water will fall between stones, rivers, a roof of wet. He watched them swirl and twirl down a drain called life, an experience you can't take back.
There's no right way to rewind this tape, to get back the days you've left behind. And even if it is a living legacy, it never looks good in reverse.
So he let the minutes tick by on an unforgiving clock, admiring the cuts they made in the fabric of time, a mantle he was slowly collecting across his broad shoulders. It was amazing to see it all.
It was amazing to live it, love it, let it pass him by like a whore on the corner.
One he never paid for.
At the end of it all, the days gone by, he'd fold that cloth up, a neat bundle kept in a closet, a child's old toys no longer played with. He'd never take them down, look them over. This wasn't a book full of pictures, a photogenic album of yesterday for him.
His indifference meant that he put it all away with finality, with a deliberate feeling of 'doneness'.
Every time he shut the closet door, locking away the nightmares and dreamscapes, the beasts that hide between the cracks of a child's wardrobe?
This is kind of a take- off from my last blog entry... I have noticed lately that there has been a bit of a red pelt revoloution. so this is an invitation... anyone who wants to come can... i guess. well, have a great day
