I'm standing between the world of sleeping and consciousness, but I shouldn't sleep now. Can't. Those people the doctors, as so they call themselves are trying to take me away, and all my thrashing and screaming are using up my energy. The doctors don't care, they never do. They just wait for their job to be done, then sit at home and watch the tellybox. I wish I had that life, but it never came true. I was born like this, with all those times where others don't want to be near me, where all the neighbors could hear me yell at space, all the way until someone finally decides to call the hospital? Not exactly, unless you wa
A spirit is here to haunt me,
Will it go away?
If no one sets it free,
Is it here to stay?
I say it's my job to let it go.
I just need to let it know,
And soon enough it would disappear,
And can no longer be here/near.
So listen carefully as I tell you,
Yes, you probably never knew,
That you were the ghost haunting this place,
Just look at the expression on your face.
As I was saying,
People are here praying,
For you to find the light,
And finally be out of sight.
See that hand that's reaching out?
It's been searching for you throughout
All the different types of land,
It's a family member in demand.
Just fly up to the pla
The Fish Against the Wheel by Kendall-Moorehead, literature
Literature
The Fish Against the Wheel
Charlotte gasped. "Hurry!" she yelled, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the wheel tighter and tighter. "The fishes formed a mob and are trying to break though the glass bubble!"
I gave her a questioning look. "Is that even possible?"
"Well, duh! If they have a brain, which they do, they can communicate. And if they can communicate, they can form a mob. And if they can--"
"All right! I get it, but what I really want to know is why," I said, struggling to keep my annoyance under control.
"How should I know?!" Charlotte snapped back.
"Aren't you the one who reasoned that they can form a mob?"
I'm standing between the world of sleeping and consciousness, but I shouldn't sleep now. Can't. Those people the doctors, as so they call themselves are trying to take me away, and all my thrashing and screaming are using up my energy. The doctors don't care, they never do. They just wait for their job to be done, then sit at home and watch the tellybox. I wish I had that life, but it never came true. I was born like this, with all those times where others don't want to be near me, where all the neighbors could hear me yell at space, all the way until someone finally decides to call the hospital? Not exactly, unless you wa
A spirit is here to haunt me,
Will it go away?
If no one sets it free,
Is it here to stay?
I say it's my job to let it go.
I just need to let it know,
And soon enough it would disappear,
And can no longer be here/near.
So listen carefully as I tell you,
Yes, you probably never knew,
That you were the ghost haunting this place,
Just look at the expression on your face.
As I was saying,
People are here praying,
For you to find the light,
And finally be out of sight.
See that hand that's reaching out?
It's been searching for you throughout
All the different types of land,
It's a family member in demand.
Just fly up to the pla
The Fish Against the Wheel by Kendall-Moorehead, literature
Literature
The Fish Against the Wheel
Charlotte gasped. "Hurry!" she yelled, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the wheel tighter and tighter. "The fishes formed a mob and are trying to break though the glass bubble!"
I gave her a questioning look. "Is that even possible?"
"Well, duh! If they have a brain, which they do, they can communicate. And if they can communicate, they can form a mob. And if they can--"
"All right! I get it, but what I really want to know is why," I said, struggling to keep my annoyance under control.
"How should I know?!" Charlotte snapped back.
"Aren't you the one who reasoned that they can form a mob?"
Math is easy, for me. There is no need to look deeper than the numbers given to you- the equation that you know will provide the answer. The numbers fit into the equation perfectly, and there is no room for error- in my mind, it is simplicity itself. I often think about how easy it would be if the rest of the world- you, especially- would follow those rules. If I was given the words that you want me to say, and all I have to do is fit them into the conversation, simple and easy- an equation. You do not give me that much. You confuse me with your endless vague answers. You tell me that not everything should be taken at face value- I disagree.
My camera hasn't been working, so I can't post any pictures on dA right now. *sigh* I don't have a scanner, either (not that I know how to use one). I'll do what I can to get my camera fixed~ Wish me luck. ^^
Now it's been a really long time since I wrote in my journal. xD My computer is fixed, so I can log online again.
I'll try to do my best and post more art! Watch as I (hopefully) progress~