Blog entries categorized under Virtual Worlds
Each night as I lay down to sleep, I can't help but lie awake for some time with my eyes open as I stare at the darkness around me. It's so quiet then, and each breath that I inhale is sharp and acute, and I am full aware of it, I am aware of the feel of the silken covers over me, of the way my hair seems to cushion my face as I lay on the side, and it is in that moment that I realize how fulfilled I feel. All that warmth that envelopes me, enumerates from me, my own, and as I sink down deeper and deeper into oblivion my sense of being at peace is more defined than ever, I move around a little, shifting everything me as I do so, and my hand passes over all that surrounds me, the fine contours, that rich feel, it's all so warm and alive, and as I finally lose all connection with the world that is, I go elsewhere where only I exist, and as I wrap my arms around myself, I smile to myself as I realize that I am glad to be alive, to be warm, and able to feel.
The month where I swooned at the sight of dewey grass slid by so soon. Now it's icky blechy summertime, when the only thing any normal lazy bum would want to do is hide from the sun. As far as I'm concerned, Summer should only come around minus the heat and the ickiness. Somehow, the idea of a Winter spent bundled up like a polar bear is preferable to sweating it out during a long long Summer. On the plus side, one gets to indulge. Ice cream, cold drinks, cold desserts, mmmm, sore throat galore. Makes the entire drill worthwhile. Oooh, and for us unfortunate ones who still have to bear the monotony of having to go to school, Summer is spelled F-R-E-E-D-O-M. So hmm, it can't be all that bad... it definitely has its perks. And the time to flaunt a new wardrobe, o gosh, that's another one! Yep, Summer time rocks ^_^
Ugh, summer drawing closer with each passing day, and the only thing one feels like doing is getting up late, spend the day doing nothing, and watch evening swap shades with night as a cool wind stirs your hair. The still quality of a summer's night, wet, warm and cool.... Quietness all around, and sometimes makes you wonder if it's real or just a dream ^_^
Pretty little lass
Whither would ye go now, love,
Dark thoughts settling in.
Harlequin; the air-borne satyr, with his glittering mask, as he dances with lithe movements like the wind in the wooden realms of the imagination.
The mask everytime, it hides so much, and everyone chooses to hide behind one, sometimes unwittingly, sometimes delibrately, but hiding nonetheless. And only the eyes, that remain naked, dare tell the truth, but no one bothers to look, as the facade that presents itself claims all the attention.
It is a motley of emotions that have been forcibly generated that we see, and their variance form the colors of the robes that Harlequin wears....... a masquerade where the norm of the day is deceit, and you remove one mask only to replace it with another.........