It seems... that even with us being dreamers and seers, sometimes the weight of the world... hate and injustice intoxicate our pure hearts. Come away from the starry nite sky, abandon your post from the green of the hills, the brillance of the moon... and come away to join the others at the depths of the earth... in the dark damp cold and bitterness of hate that profusely bleeds from their very pores. With all this surrounding you, it gets hard not to give in at times... Its... understandable, isn`t it? Well, I heard injustice last nite, and followed it. I wasn`t sorry. And... the distain was for one of our own. Terrible. I feel like a little girl again, well... am a little girl... but there are times when I feel it. I`m watching A Little Princess I used to watch it all the time when I was younger... There`s something so simple and lovely about it... Wouldn`t it be intresting to live in a movie or a book? Not all the time of course... But for awhile. It`s want to be Sara Crew, Sara Stanley or Anne Shirley... They live such simple lives, interesting and adventurous. its funny how I like the characters named Sara. Hmm.. I wish I could help someone, at least in some small way. I want to be so much of a better person, but I`ve noticed I just don`t try as hard as I`m capable of. -Sigh- I think I`ll just continue to share my thoughts. I must confess something... I imagine things all the time. My favorite things to do are dream, imagine and write... which is just dreaming and imagining out loud. I remember when my sister and I used to share a room, which was only a few years ago... and I used to tell her stories at nite. Fairy stories... and stories of the beautiful things in life. I miss telling stories... I wonder if my sister misses hearing them. I don`t think she does... because she`s grown up so much. I wish there were such things as magic circles, faries, dragons and elves. Santa Claus. They`re tucked inside my heart, though. At times the come out though... -sigh- when I`m sitting in the tree outside my window, or when I go outside on a windy day to feed the chickens. I see a glimpse of a fairy, or a wisp of the wing woman`s silky tresses. But, I find myself crying more and more these days... Over the simple things, over beautiful things... and then I weep for the world and its niave people, and I weep for myself and my cluelessness, my heartlessness at times. Last nite I wept for the memories. For broken friendships... for love. Heh. I remember the last time that I was so energetic I couldn`t take it anymore. I think there was something in the air that day, actually... Monica, Falishca and I skipped around the feild... and then Monica and I went to go meet up with Fred. We waited under our tree for him. I was standing on some tree knots and when I turned around to greet Fred, I slipped on them. n_n His reaction was funny. The he told Monica and I that there were some weird clouds in the sky... Monica and I raced to a clearing.. (She won.. -shakes fist) and we stared up at the sky. Those clouds were awesome... They looked like an upside down tornado... so, to turn the tornado right side up we looked at it upside down. We were both in weird positions and then Monica pushed me and I fell, but pulled her down with me. We then rolled in the grass like two little girls with their arms about eachother... to Fred and O`Bryan`s (the guy who isn`t Irish) amusement. It was pretty weird and we laughed. Then the boys told us people were staring.. but who really cared?! We didn`t. I`ve never cared what other people think about me. I know who I am and I like me. Ha. I`m not even going to read this over... Its too long. Well, you guys got into to see my thoughts for awhile there....