SpangledPlushblue's blog

Lifetime Loneliness



"Fare thee well, little broken heart
Downcast eyes, lifetime loneliness
Whatever walks in my heart will walk alone."


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Didn't want to spread the picture page.

Spangled Plushblue has been feeling kind of lonely. She tried to make friends in the forest but even the fellow fawns seem to dislike her or would get bored with her after a short while...

So yeah, she crawled up to a sleeping nameless, the only company she could find...

EDIT: Picture was cropped, while I didn't touch it XD

Miracle Of Life (3)

"Running for her life
The dark rain from her eyes still falls
Breathtaking butterfly
Chose a dark day to live."


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[=9]
Ending winter, 2009


It had been snowing for a while when I found her. Being alone for a long time had made me slightly allergic to the sight of other deer. I kept my distance as I traveled deeper into The Endless Forest, ironically to a place called The Edge, which made me believe the one that had named the forest had just been out to impress its visitors, like me.
Yes, I knew I was not born in this lovely meadow but came from a place I still needed to discover. Which is exactly the reason why I was traveling, my fawnhood had been nothing but a blur to me. I am sure that some of you feel the same and would love to know more about where you came from and who was responsible of putting you there. I was eager to find out about my past, but also slightly afraid. Maybe my past had been horrible and maybe the Twin Gods had decided it was better for me not to know. That also caused my fear for other deer on this journey, maybe one of them was an old friend or family member. I didn't like to be surprised like that.

Despite me avoiding my fellow hoofed beings, I seemed to be attracted to one of them. Not in a romantic way, no. It was a little fawn, laying in a soft patch of dried grass. The only company surrounding it were fluttering, blue butterflies and a random doe in the distance, that seemed to take a run for it when I came closer. What bothered me most, leaving aside the fact the fawn was white as snow, was the absence of a mother. It seemed to be much like a newborn, one that a good mother would never leave behind like this. I decided to wait next to the sleeping fawn, guarding it until its parents would return. But they never did, at least not until I got impatient of waiting for over an hour.
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