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Fall Out Moni · 06-27-2008, 06:23 PM

Credit To Kelvin!

16 of May
11:11 p.m.

At the exact moment, I am bidding on whether or not I should make A wish. Most people don't know of this special time, nor do they believe in it, but I do. A non-magical human told once told me on the time of 11:11, you where supposed to make a wish. I never believed in wishes, and I still react badly thinking about it, but, somehow, I think it might be the only thing I have left to count on. The muggle told me wishes where something special, something you want badly, and where to come true after time. Me, being my stupid, gullible self, listened to the girl's words. But, what do I have left of myself? I feel like I'm alone in A crowded room of buzzing people, and I can't find my way out because the humans are multiplying and are closing in on me, pulling and pushing against me, and they won't stop, they don't even care. And slowly, i'll fall, and this time, i'll never be able to get back up.

And here I sit on this longing flight back home, Pondering on what to wish. Of course, I won't explain my thoughts, 'cause then it won't come true.

Maybe, when my made-up fairytale comes to reality, it'll explain all my never-ending thoughts that run through my head.

17 of May
2:33 p.m.

I have not been home in years, And the sight of my uncle waiting for me outside the airport felt.. warm, welcoming. It was nice to see A familiar face after months and months of traveling; After A while, I believed A didn't have A home anymore. And he locked me in his tight grasp and gave me an encouraged tone of, "Welcome home, Kiddo!" That was the happiest moment of my almost-imortal life.

We had A long drive home, and he asked me many questions; My traveling, How it was in New Zealand, Weather, Ect. But the main topics that ran through his mouth rounded on the enviorment I lived in, How I react around humans, and, of course, my eating habits. I answered all with true answers, and panic cracked through every word.

I made A severe promise to stay 'Vegetarian', only eating dead, raw meat and small animals in the forrest. I passed the subject with flying colors.

The drive was very nice from there on, and the small, two bedroomed house stayed practically the same, as I remembered it. And it was sweet that most of the people in the neighborhood threw me A small Welcome Home party. Some even gave me A card, and roses, A little girl even drew me A picture. It was all very nice, but there was no need for it. Where would I put it all, exactly?

The neighbors went home about an hour ago and I just finished un-packing my bags. Right now, I am trying to kill time as uncle is making lunch. I have was too much time to kill, and not for just today, but for the next couple of weeks, until Zether sends me off to this Wizarding Boarding school called Hogwarts. I really dont know what to expect from there. School doesn't even sound right for my weak thinking.

17 of May
1o:o5 p.m.

I decided to frame and hang that small girl's drawing on the wall where i'd see it everyday, and as I was doing so, I found scribbled writing on the back. It said, "Welcime back Felix! We all missed you lots!" Never in my life have I been missed, and it burns deep in my chest.

The pain of loving, and being loved. It's all too much for me, yet, I can't help but smile everytime the thought crosses my mind and I end up wandering back to the framed photo and gaze at it; Taking in the beauty of it.

I have A home again.

06-27-2008, 06:23 PM	#1 (permalink)
Fall Out Moni ECFC Vice Pres. ↑Lyrical Life beastie pwnage! Abraxan Location: backstage Join Date: Aug 2007 Posts: 6,133	A Werewolf's Journal - Sa13+ Credit To Kelvin! 16 of May 11:11 p.m. At the exact moment, I am bidding on whether or not I should make A wish. Most people don't know of this special time, nor do they believe in it, but I do. A non-magical human told once told me on the time of 11:11, you where supposed to make a wish. I never believed in wishes, and I still react badly thinking about it, but, somehow, I think it might be the only thing I have left to count on. The muggle told me wishes where something special, something you want badly, and where to come true after time. Me, being my stupid, gullible self, listened to the girl's words. But, what do I have left of myself? I feel like I'm alone in A crowded room of buzzing people, and I can't find my way out because the humans are multiplying and are closing in on me, pulling and pushing against me, and they won't stop, they don't even care. And slowly, i'll fall, and this time, i'll never be able to get back up. And here I sit on this longing flight back home, Pondering on what to wish. Of course, I won't explain my thoughts, 'cause then it won't come true. Maybe, when my made-up fairytale comes to reality, it'll explain all my never-ending thoughts that run through my head. 17 of May 2:33 p.m. I have not been home in years, And the sight of my uncle waiting for me outside the airport felt.. warm, welcoming. It was nice to see A familiar face after months and months of traveling; After A while, I believed A didn't have A home anymore. And he locked me in his tight grasp and gave me an encouraged tone of, "Welcome home, Kiddo!" That was the happiest moment of my almost-imortal life. We had A long drive home, and he asked me many questions; My traveling, How it was in New Zealand, Weather, Ect. But the main topics that ran through his mouth rounded on the enviorment I lived in, How I react around humans, and, of course, my eating habits. I answered all with true answers, and panic cracked through every word. I made A severe promise to stay 'Vegetarian', only eating dead, raw meat and small animals in the forrest. I passed the subject with flying colors. The drive was very nice from there on, and the small, two bedroomed house stayed practically the same, as I remembered it. And it was sweet that most of the people in the neighborhood threw me A small Welcome Home party. Some even gave me A card, and roses, A little girl even drew me A picture. It was all very nice, but there was no need for it. Where would I put it all, exactly? The neighbors went home about an hour ago and I just finished un-packing my bags. Right now, I am trying to kill time as uncle is making lunch. I have was too much time to kill, and not for just today, but for the next couple of weeks, until Zether sends me off to this Wizarding Boarding school called Hogwarts. I really dont know what to expect from there. School doesn't even sound right for my weak thinking. 17 of May 1o:o5 p.m. I decided to frame and hang that small girl's drawing on the wall where i'd see it everyday, and as I was doing so, I found scribbled writing on the back. It said, "Welcime back Felix! We all missed you lots!" Never in my life have I been missed, and it burns deep in my chest. The pain of loving, and being loved. It's all too much for me, yet, I can't help but smile everytime the thought crosses my mind and I end up wandering back to the framed photo and gaze at it; Taking in the beauty of it. I have A home again. Last edited by Fall Out Moni : 06-27-2008 at 10:18 PM.