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Jan 25, 2009 02:00

Having trouble getting used to this thing. Seems like whoever I am - was - I'm not the kinda guy who likes writing down what he's thinking. Prefer to just think it. Some things you've just got to keep inside yourself, you know what I mean?

Been keeping myself occupied, though. Got into a sort of routine. It feels good. Find myself in the Park most evenings, and that feels good, too.

I've been trying to keep out of the way of most things going on around here. Doesn't seem right, sticking myself into business that ain't mine. I know there's a lot of people been lost recently, and that island floating upside-down ain't helping to keep the peace. Strange smells everywhere from the folk coming over. Almost thought I recognised a few of them - not from here, from before - but I kept losing the trail. This place stinks, any of you notice that? Not a bad smell, but a big one. That's all I can think to call it. Big. I think it's the tree.

Seem to have gotten myself job, too. Full-time guard. Not bad for a misfit like me, huh? If anyone wants me when I'm not working, I'm up in section 3 now. Pretty nice place. Don't mind company, but tell me if you're coming over.

*shumi, *prongs, sense memory, *companion, *lucy, *seven, what i do ain't pretty, *blood, life in a fishbowl, *stoneface, *rain, *cle, *oath

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