I wanted nothing more than to hold your hand
And stop you tears from falling
To be a friend day and night
And weather the obstacles with you
As time went by
You shut me out
Only giving me bits and pieces
That was not only your life
But a nightmare
In reality
I feel forgotten
Unwanted in this friendship
And whenever I speak our names
Why is it only me that I see standing alone
What happpened I am not sure
But we are parting way I'm certain
Today I had a realization. A reoccurring dream I've had for as long as I can remember has been speaking to me the whole time, and I haven't been listening until now.
I had the dream last night, though each time it is a little different. Usually the dream involves me driving on a stretch of the interstate that is not fully completed. There are usually segments of the road, like overpasses, that rise up and just stop:
Occasionally I'll see construction workers there, looking at what they're going to build next. I never know where I am heading to when I am driving, and for some reason in my dream last night, instead of my car, I was driving a motorcycle.
So it hit me this morning - where is somewhere I've passed on the interstate that is always being worked on? Where have I seen this place in my dreams?
Texas! There's always somewhere we passed in Texas where on I-110, the interstate is always under construction.
My dream is telling me that my future is in Houston, where I have been considering going to school at either Texas A & M or The University of Houston for my Master's degree. My dreams have been encouraging me to go there.
As my mom suggested when I told her about this, she said once I finish my studies and am a working geologist, maybe, just maybe, the interstate in my dreams will be finished and I can follow the road to where I want to go with my life.
Ruscion had fun playing in the forest yesterday, and this time he got company by a lovely mini-doe, Night Shade. :3 And of course I had to take some screenshots n__n
Now, that's cute n__n Ruscion just loooove to nuzzle ^^
Then she had some fun casting pelt spell on little Ruscion, and laughed at him afterwards. Well, can't blame her, he got a really weird pelt Oo Though, Ruscion felt a little bit insulted..
Ruscion enjoyed sniffing Night Shade's hair x3
Ruscion would like to meet her again, she's a very funny, cute and lovely doe :3
[=10](Please click this first. If someone could tell me how to get a music player for this, that would be lovely.)
Aeros awoke in a field and knew something had changed. There were no such places like these in the Forest – the canopy blocked the sun’s rays there, dappling the ground in light. Here, the glow was only offset by the clouds – there were no trees as far as he could see. Hills rolled gently upwards around him, and small piles of rocks dotted the landscape. The large stag lifted his head – something which further startled him, as in the Forest, his massive antlers often forced him to keep his neck low. A gentle breeze ruffled through his fur, and he looked around the landscape slowly, wondering what on earth he was witnessing.
It was then that he caught site of two bodies making their way down one of the gentle slopes. They were much larger than he, but still, the grass almost reached their ankles, swaying rhythmically. He recognized them immediately. Ah. So, this is the place they call home. Perhaps. With only minor difficulty, Aeros hoisted himself to his feet and carefully made his way towards the pair of deer. Their faces were almost expressionless, with calm eyes and the slightest of smiles. The old stag bowed his head automatically upon reaching them. “What is this place?”
Our home. In reality, so much more, but it is where we reside. The female, her coat a mix of scarlet and cherry, lifted her head slightly to feel the breeze as it once again passed through. How do you feel?
He paused, looking down at the ground, realizing the gravity of the change. “I…I suppose I feel…younger. My bones don’t ache. I’ve plenty of energy. Is this-?“
[i]This is no dream, nor is it real.
Name: Jerliste (jer-lie-ist) Nicknames: Jerli, Jer Gender: Stag. Pictogram:image
Personality: He's rather subdued at first encounter, aloof, and doesn't stay with groups for long unless he recognizes somedeer. When he first meets people, he's be insanely polite with his bowing, and will continue being stiff and proper until he loosens up a bit. He's a nervous chatterbox, but once other deer get to know him, he's a stag of few words, but he has no lack of body language. Once he's made a friend, you will see him laughing often, bouncing around, and often doing both in circles for no good reason at all.
Mate: None.
Sleeping Spot: The mushroom circle on the hill near the ruins.
Bio: Kind of a modern forest spirit. Jerli wears glasses and often nabs human-like accessories to adorn himself.
Usual Look: Always the same mask and horns, but various pelts.
