I chose to stay.
There's a whole lot more to it than it sounds.
Pages and pages of tear streaked battle.
sometime simple gets it across better.
I am here.
Here I will stay.
Soul Mate Quest Journal 14th EntryAugust 14Soul Mate Quest Journal 14th Entry by KittySib
I never made it to Whisper Song's tree. Owen had been following me, so I picked a nice little meadow to confront him. Scratch that. Converse? Anyways, I had to talk to him. The sun felt warm and pleasant on my outstretched wings as I landed.
Owen shifted from his snow leopard form to that of a man-thankfully clothed. I couldn't help noticing that his hair had changed colors. It was now a mix of dark blue streaks mixed with the rainbow white. Both colors my hair has been. (mine is now rainbow white) As he crossed the distance to me, I noticed his eyes. They were silver and violet-with pupils.
“Cathleen.” he drawled, clenching his fists at his sides. “I wondered when you'd stop running. We need to talk. Now.”
I nodded, twisting a lock of my hair anxiously. “I agree. Why don't you go first?”
“Coward.” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Whatever. Fine. I know you bound us together, and that after the magic storm...the very nature
Soul Mate Quest Journal 13th EntryAugust 13Soul Mate Quest Journal 13th Entry by KittySib
Ow. My head is killing me, and I feel drained. I guess it's the after effects of all that magic I used the on Owen. He's currently in his snow leopard form. His eyes are still silver, but at least they have pupils again. It won't be much longer that he will stay here. I can feel his restlessness.
When I placed my left hand over Owen's eyes two days ago, I poured every once of my hope, healing, and power into him. Perhaps I over did it. I feel like I poured a lot of myself into him. The man who hates me. Who tried to kill me, and murders without care. I wonder what it's done to him.
Six days til I can go home. Six long, everlasting days. I need to get out of this cave. I need to stretch my wings and fly. Food would also be a good idea. Maybe when I leave the cave I won't go back there. Maybe I can stay with Whisper Song. It's improbable that Owen would follow after me, and even if the stars of fate draw us together I won't stay with him. I'm too scared. Scared of him, and any
Who ARE the Voices?If I could see beyond the stars,Who ARE the Voices? by KittySib
what would I see in your eyes?
Could I see the truth behind your lies?
If I could see within,
would you still get under my skin?
If somehow I could believe all your pretty words,
I'd be a fool or naive.
Trust is something earned.
All it takes is time.
Who are you?
Can I believe a word you say,
with all the harm you've caused?
The way you confuse my thoughts
and take advantage of my emotions...
you alternate between reason and despair.
I know what you want.
I know what you seek.
I cannot give you control.
Why do you lurk inside my mind?
Who ARE you?
Blood and painBloodBlood and pain by killerlord123
Dripping down my limbs
Dripping to the floor
But I like it
For pain is better
BreatheI breathe in a breath, laden with sorrow, at what is ending.Breathe by tHeqUietvOiceiNside
I breathe out.
I breath in a breath, with which, I will end two years.
I breath out.
I breathe in a breath, in search of hope, to temper despair.
I breathe out.
As a chapter in life closes another begins.
The wheels of time will carry forward with,
or without me. As I struggle to accept this,
and allow a spark of hope for future happiness,
to bloom deep in my soul.
Mr. PresidentYou campaigned on change, but i think,Mr. President by tHeqUietvOiceiNside
that change got all twisted up
as you met the bleak broken system,
that is our tired world.
Mr. President, the problem is we have,
as a country, forgotten how to be
Let me talk a little, about the change
I'd like to see
I'd like to see a man step out of line at the grocery store,
for the mom,
with three kids,
2 carriages of groceries, and a sea of things,
to finish before sleep can claim her.
I want a republican and democrat,
to sit down, and eat lunch,
talk politics, and listen to eachother.
We need to confront our obsession with hate,
with the poison we allow to flow through our
country like its blood.
Instead of focusing on labels,
Meet and greet people,
know your neighbors,
love your kids, value the teachers
salute the troops, write your senators.
Stop tearing someone down, when you could instead be
building someone else. Mr. President, what we don't need
right now is a revolution. We just need to st
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