the munchkins are coming
It is officially December twenty-second. Tomorrow, I will be eighteen.
It is the beginning of my adult life, but I don't know what I'm going to do with it. I know what I want to do. The question is: can I accomplish it? I need to learn to be comfortable with who I am. I need to learn to speak what's on my mind, or what isn't; just, to speak. I am going to be completely alone next year. I don't have many friends as it is, but I know people. There are people I can hold conversations with every day, and I'm not lonely. Next year, I'm starting fresh; I'll know no one. It terrifies me to think that I will have no friends - at all. I don't want to be alone.
this is a little section from something I've been writing. Having it out there makes me feel a little better...:/
He came to a large tree in the middle of a clearing. The tree was covered with holes; tiny holes, huge holes, and all the sizes in between. This was The Tree of Sound. Alfar's mother showed him the tree when he was but a child, and they visited it together often. That was before they became The Royals, when everything was simple. Before she died, he thought, and felt a painful tug at his heart. "It's called The Tree of Sound, but it should be called The Tree of Wonders, or The Tree of Beauty, or The Limbs of Euphoria," his mother had said. "There is nothing in this world quite like music, Alfar. This tree makes the most wonderful music your ears will ever hear." When the wind blew, the music began, flowing through the holes like wind in your hair. The rustling of the limbs and leaves made for wonderful percussion as well. It was the most beautiful music you could ever wish to hear, music that could melt the soul.
It is the beginning of my adult life, but I don't know what I'm going to do with it. I know what I want to do. The question is: can I accomplish it? I need to learn to be comfortable with who I am. I need to learn to speak what's on my mind, or what isn't; just, to speak. I am going to be completely alone next year. I don't have many friends as it is, but I know people. There are people I can hold conversations with every day, and I'm not lonely. Next year, I'm starting fresh; I'll know no one. It terrifies me to think that I will have no friends - at all. I don't want to be alone.
this is a little section from something I've been writing. Having it out there makes me feel a little better...:/
He came to a large tree in the middle of a clearing. The tree was covered with holes; tiny holes, huge holes, and all the sizes in between. This was The Tree of Sound. Alfar's mother showed him the tree when he was but a child, and they visited it together often. That was before they became The Royals, when everything was simple. Before she died, he thought, and felt a painful tug at his heart. "It's called The Tree of Sound, but it should be called The Tree of Wonders, or The Tree of Beauty, or The Limbs of Euphoria," his mother had said. "There is nothing in this world quite like music, Alfar. This tree makes the most wonderful music your ears will ever hear." When the wind blew, the music began, flowing through the holes like wind in your hair. The rustling of the limbs and leaves made for wonderful percussion as well. It was the most beautiful music you could ever wish to hear, music that could melt the soul.