Freezing

When you were younger you used to love watching icicles melt. There was something fascinating about this tiny piece of nature disappearing forever. Now that you are all grown up the icicles have lost their awe. You don't see them as works of art anymore. You see them as people. And they really are quite similar to you.

They are all generally the same, yet each one is so perfectly unique. They spend half of their lives building themselves up and the other half slowly dripping away. And once they're gone, they are gone forever.

You've told others about your theory before but they didn't see it as you did. They had laughed and told you they had an excellent imagination. You really shouldn't of been so surprised about the reaction. After all, not many have seen what you have.

Not many people know how cold humanity can be.

For the most part you've kept your thoughts about icicles to yourself, in fact, you've nearly forgotten about it.

Every once and a while though, temperatures drop and once again hundreds of pieces of frozen water appear everywhere. Those are the times you look out your window and remember you're freezing.



I'm not really sure what brought that on to be honest. I would suspect the chills but maybe not. All I know is that it makes perfect sense really. In some weird way...

Hey, it's day

Thanks to school I have gotten a taste of the light. Here's what I have to say about my stay

A Cage Built of False Reason

I step up to the cage built of false reason.

The beast inside eyes me as I finger the latch

Slowly I unlock the cage and back away.

The beast steps out shaking his head from side to side

He stretches and steps forward

I step back

I fear this creature

The creature bares its teeth

They gleam in the night

Soon I’ve run out of room

I feel the edge of the cliff, a light breeze blows

I wonder if it would be simpler to jump

To join the rest down below

I look at the world

The animals there have it easy

They know not of the beast on the cliff

Ignorance is bliss

With a deep breath I step forward

I am ready to face the beast

Even in the darkness I can see it smile

Chills

A hopefully quick post.

I just wanted to comment on the chills. The chills (and the sudden feeling that I'm falling) are how I know I'm up on my cliff.


So even though I am under several blankets it give me great joy to tell you all

I am freezing.

Nothing comes from Nothing

Nothing comes from nothing.

This blog comes from me. Why? Good question. This is the blog I made for the creature of the night. It's the part of me that nearly never sees the light of day.

This blog helps these thoughts show in the daylight. While the mask slips back on and the questions repressed, this stays here. A waving flag on the top of the cliff

Though I stay hidden it screams

"I am here"

I didn't think that this side of me existed. But it became obvious after too long. A cheery joker in the day. Yes that's me, If I am not smiling something must be wrong.

Well. That isn't really me
That person is Thunderbird. I am not her.

I guess it would be best to call me Anaz (AH-naz) Similar to Anasazi the group of people who live along to cliffs.

I should try my best to explain my metaphoric cliff. This may get you no where, but it's a start

Up Here on my Cliff, I see Everyone but Myself

Up here on my cliff

It’s cold

High up

I see everyone but myself

That’s absurd

The view here is blurred

I can’t really see

I’m not truly free

I want to know me

But I don’t want to see

It could be wrong

Maybe I misheard the song

And most of all

The fear of a fall

The fortress collapsing in a mound

But never makes a sound

I came here to be free

I came here to know me

If only this cliff were that easy

If only this cliff weren’t so breezy

Yet in a twisted way

I understand everything that I say

And through those words

I know I

I can’t even begin to explain why.

Even though what I learn

Could be not true

I’ll still come here

If only for the view