September 17, 2008 - 11:21pm — Blackhoof
I sit about everyday at this same yellow
flowers just thinking to myself naturally. I thought about the
elongating sleep I had so long ago. I had slept through all
of my freinds, and all of the treasures I had?
It's sad? I do miss them terrible. As much as
I miss the old wind that would blow in my face every
time I was with them. All of them. The whole forest was
my comrade. Every deer would travel from deer to deer
in a effortless love of there true subsisting.
I hardly feel the wind any more, it's now like a soft blow on the
face. Oh, so tired my body is getting. Just like how it
was before thoughs five months. But no, I sleep now
because I'm tired. I sleep becuase I need alittle peace.
I dream about the peevish Cyric, and the considerate Whisper
and her andaunting brother, I also dream of the curious days
as a fawn? When I barely new wich way was which
and where the oak was.
...I regret the day I chose to sleep away...
But no more..
Comfort....ahh yes, I feel that it's time to stand
again. But for no less than a minute. Then I shall find a place worthy
of sleep.
Maybe two days from now? Or tommorrow perhaps?
