When the world feels like it's coming down on you
When the future is frightening and uncertain
When the past continues to haunt you
When the last bit of confidence you have fades
When you struggle to see yourself
When you find yourself shrouded in darkness
Remember that you have me
I am always the warmest light
I am always a body for you to rest upon
I am always here
Sorry guys, its just that I've been real busy an all with work and stuff...but now I can finally be back on again. I tried drawing some pic. that I liked, but now I'm way better, sorry I'm really random. but yah, I'm glad to be chatin again. so...what yal doin right now, because I'm curious, and Chickenwhite, this is for yah. I saw those adoptables that your doin for people... I would like one. My deer is in my sig. pic. Just so yal know what rihame looks like.
I hope that you can make pic. of my deer because I don't have all that photobucket stuff and art programs, so you guys are really lucky. We just can't afford that stuff, so just tell me if you can, so I can be excited about it.
Thanks
Just my way of saying "thank you" for helping me out of stress and depression, and this goes to everyone here, even if you don't even know me. Please listen to the music while you read, it was what inspired this writing.
Listen to my voice. You know me well, you know who I am. I am an animal you created, maybe a long time ago, or maybe recently. I may be a deer, wolf, horse, bird, fish...maybe a fictitious creature, but in that case I'm really a similar animal who lives in this world...you know who I am.
But there is much more to me than you may know. How long ago can you remember? Your childhood? When you were a baby? What about before you were born? No, was that too far back? Well, I remember it well.
You and I are connected, not because I am an idea of yours, but because you are an idea of mine too. You see, I am a real animal who was born the same time you were, and we were bonded together at the time you and I were born. You didn't know me back then, and actually, I wasn't really sure what you were either.
Time and time again, I dreamed of you, learning a little more about you every night. By the time you have given birth to the idea of me, I have discovered you completely. I see you as my guardian, much like you see me as one. Isn't that funny how similar we are?
There are others much like me who are connected to you, too. Though I don't know them, they probably are connected to me, too. Maybe we were all born at the same time.
The gates are closed. The door sealed shut. He walked along, hearing others play and laugh, but not joining them. He just kept walking, that's all. He didn't care for their games, and only liked quiet company for the most part. But lately the Forest had been more loud and obnoxious that he just wanted his space and quiet.
Brynhried stopped and sniffed the air. Something had caught his senses, he had a whiff of a smell in the breeze that made him relax a little. Where was it coming from?
North..., his mind told him. He turned and walked out of the Birch Forest, approaching the Pond. Stopping at the waters edge, he breathed in the air once more. It wasn't here, but he needed a drink of water anyway. After cooling his body, he continued north, crossing the old bridge. He enjoyed the feel of the stonework beneath his hooves, the sound it made as he walked across. It was a simple pleasure of his.
The smell was getting stronger, and soon he saw the Old Oak emerge in the distance. He could tell it was coming from there, and as he walked he saw a lone fawn approach him. "Hello, do you want to play?", the fawn asked.
Brynhried stopped and looked at the little one for a moment. "I'm busy.", he replied, and kept on his way toward the Old Oak. That scent had him very intrigued, he had to know what was going on. The fawn tilted her head, and curiously followed the stag.
Brynhried stopped at the base of the great tree. The smell was overwhelming as it filled his lungs, he felt his body shiver in primal delight. He could not resist but to step inside of the shelter the Oak provided and sit, letting himself mellow and fall into a deep trance. The fawn looked in at him, "I thought you were busy. What are you doing in here?"
I believe very strongly that when it comes to desire, when it comes to attraction, that things are never black and white, things are very much shades of grey.
Brian Molko
We like to think that the world is black and white. That everything is defined and boxed in by a set rules or better yet a ruler who makes all the decisions for us and therefore relieves us of any responsibility or accountability. The world is grey just like the grey fog we played in these past couple of weeks. There is a change that occurs in us when we put ourselves into the grey whether in this world or the game world. The hidden social rules seem less important and new alliances are formed and then new ways of doing things. It breaks our habitual patterns of thought and makes us less certain of the rules we conduct ourselves by. Even the zombie deer puts us in the grey. Recenters us so we can choose anew which way we wish to go in our personal moral codes. Despite anyone's best effort the world and our own moral codes travel with us into the fog. Early on when one reads the forums the hints abound about the fog and the zombie deer with its special gifts. We notice certain deer have pelts and antlers and skulls that we just cannot seem to get. It sets up an expectation of something special for those chosen few who have the knowledge. Is it really knowledge, or a gift? Or is it another way we trap ourself into a patttern of thinking or rules that binds us rather than frees us. The fact is you do it to yourself. You cast the spell that changes you into the zombie and since the event occurs only occasionally, instead of just playing you begin to think of the ways and means of keeping your zombie persona which of course is just like everyone else's zombie persona. It becomes precious to you much like the ring was precious to the Golem in Lord of the Rings by Tolkien. It owns you.
