I just had a horrible mood swing...

For no reason at -all-, I'm crying...that's why I'm running away...sorry...I'll feel better sooner or later, gotta let the hormones run their course, lol...

Until then...I'm probably gonna keep running away...gah, this is a really bad mood swing x.x

So there I am.

Sitting there, my secret little fawn. I was writing a cute little poem, and suddenly, I heard hooves. Whatever, right? I sometimes here deer whoosh to their spots...

Oh look, SCAPE! :3

W..w...

Wait...

He's...

He's moving?

o_o;

*whooshes into anzel* (my secret deer may not be so secret anymore x3)

ZOMG FWEEEE

Spells worked on me.

I couldn't cast them right, but I didn't care. Even though I scared a sweet fawn...*feels bad* I'm sorry, fawn.

In the end, I shied away from everyone, heh...and then my connection died. It's still pretty meh.

But I still see a bit of movement. Gonna see if I can get in again...

MEEP. I feel like a fawn x3

EDIT: Just know that if I suddenly disappear...IT'S THE RAIN. EBIL RAIN OF DOOM. Hehe.

I keep losing connection, heh, ah well.

Sorry for creeping you out, Darcy ^^;

I...I can see them....move? o_o;;;

*feels stunned*

*scared* Meep....

I feel like teh fawn. *hides*

;-;...

I couldn't fall asleep, it was too hot...and it's probably only 75 degrees fahrenheit in my room. I'm sneezing like mad...I think it's a cold...

*shivers*

Yes. It makes all the sense in the world that I'm shivering, yet I feel like I'm roasting x.o

If I seem halfway here, it's because I'm barely awake, lol...

I've always thought of Vessel as a slinky creature, almost like an arachnid. Likely because his name and traits kind-of remind me of the Weaver from the novel Perdido Street Station.

His "antennae" are tied together tightly, his "face" stretching a slight bit (as apparent on his neck), and some of the contents are leaking out (blood, that when falling, turns into dreams). Hehe :3

The Weaver was a giant spider-like creature from another dimension that the people had to negotiate with. Quite interesting.

The story didn't have a particularly happy ending :/ Not a story for a sunday afternoon, heh.

Posies line my bedside
Grasses hide the ground
Sights caress my dreamland
Buried in the sound

Smiles are everlasting
Tingling in our hearts
The sun rises to greet us
As watchful darkness parts

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Hehe...I bet none of you can guess a certain peculiarity about her just yet :3

If you can, then fwee ^^;

(i have no idea why i'm in the mood i'm in...maybe i just don't care about my troubles anymore. whatever, heh)

EDIT: Yeeeaaahh....I spoke too soon. *has plunged into depression* Should have guessed. Good news (kinda) is that that means that my 'aunt' is leaving. *wink*

Pfft
You think you know me
Think you see me

Mortal
You're pathetic
I wouldn't waste my time on you
Not with the thousand-eyes stare down upon me
With blessed sins

Heavenly atop us
But the hells lie all around us
In the pits of eternal attraction
Of darkness
Of positives and negatives
Pushing and pulling away
And the fires

The fires we stare upon
And we pull away from
Burning brightly in their plasmatic spheres
Burning forever like a spotty fawn
Burning eternities of hell and more

And I question
As I see the frozen Gods in ivory
If they're the creators
Or but the created
And the puppeteers

And I query
As to if
There is an all-creator
And an all-destroyer
And a peace of mind
That lies between

And then I realize
We all the piece
That lies between

Harumph.

*sniffle*

Petty golder dandles in the breeze.

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Whee...watch out. Intense philosophical ramblings in there x3

*wanders around the forest*

The dreamer never-knowing
The dreamer never lies
The dreamer never prospers
With eternal broken eyes

With fractaline geographies
With crystal land and stair
With moon a thousand times a clone
It pays to stop and stare

It melodizes heart strings, oh,
It whispers mind and touch
It cradles her and ferries her
To havens such and such

To plains of love and losing love
To gardens made of life
To lies that scare her half to death
The dreamer sleeps the knife

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So the songbird dreams of simplicity...so the caged bird dreams of life...

Free from the worries of social encounters...I am also freed from those same things. I shall not knows the pains; nor shall I know the treasures.

Never shall I be desired...ever shall I see desire. Always craving what one cannot have; for time scrapes away at your benefits.

The grass is always greener on the other side, they say...I know it is not. But I know, I -know-...that I would prefer to suffer from knowing...than to be blissfully ignorant...

Ignorance is blissful torture...

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Not trying to grab pity for my computer problem, I'm fine with that. I'm just depressed right now, and Anzel feels the same.

Poetry is best written with a heavy heart, for the ink bleeds out much more easily <3 (basically, it's easier for me, at least, to write poetry when something is troubling me, or has already troubled me, and i'm recovering)

I'm stunned that I was able to write that. My eyes are kind-of blurry from crying, lol...well, my right eye is. (i deleted that entry, no need to discuss the subject matter x.x )

EDIT: Feeling a little better now, even though my dad will come home anytime now and claim the computer for many hours...*sighs*...

Umm...what does it look like when a deer appears in the forest? I mean, visibly?

I can see what it looks like when they leave, but I have no clue what it looks like when they suddenly appear in the forest.