I Finished Another Story!

I have worked on it since the very end of May.
I have posted bits of it online
I have written 116 pages with a total of 50,682 words.
Darkness Lifting is complete.
I did it!

I am not completely satisfied with the quality of the ending, but it is complete. Now I have to hurry to find another story to write. Otherwise I'll feel sad and bored and without purpose.

Live With. Live Alone.

Run from the world
Run and be hid
No responsibility
No worries
No fear

Ignore your troubles
Leave them behind
Flee from the crowd
Don’t need them
Don’t care

Crawl into your safe spot
Dream a fantasy
Go far far away
To your land
Alone

Does real life really matter?
Do I need to care?
Don’t think
Don’t feel
Pretend

Go away, world
Leave me alone
Let me fold into a ball
And sleep

Stop knocking
You’re not welcome
I told you to go
Thinking is hard
Life is too full

I know the world can be good
I know I shouldn’t shun
Yet caring is work
I’m too tired to care
Later; Come back later

Friends so kind
Friends so loud
Sweet
Frustrating
Unknown

Let them in
Say hello
You can leave them later
Smile
Laugh and play

Joke with them
Be social
Converse and work
Part of the world
Think

By yourself later
Meditate on truth
Be grateful for those you love
Before you leave
The world

Then be alone
Then don’t think
Then laze around
Then leave
You can pretend

I Miss You

I miss your smile
I miss you jokes
I miss your play
And hearing your thoughts

I didn't think
It would be this hard
With you there
And me here

I know there's a reason
I know there's a purpose
So I thought I'd be
..........................Prepared

I can't understand
.................Though I want to
I can't make it change
.................Though I miss you

I can, however, visit
And you can visit me
Why can't time tick faster,
Then slow when we're together?

I've survived
I've got God
And we'll see eachother
Soon

You hold on
I'll hold on
We'll both hold on
'til then

No Title Yet

What is she? Who is she? Few know the answer to the questions. She is a legend of the land. They come to see her, one by one. It is not because she is on display, nor because she is a national curiosity. Her beauty is renowned; her gentleness is whispered in every village. Most of the rumors are fabricated from bits of truth told by travelers.
The commoner thought is that she is a princess. In supplement to her royalty, she is a supposed fairy or mermaid. Some say she cannot walk. Others claim she flies when no one is watching. It is told that she can brighten or darken a room with but a blink of her eyes. Those who meet her return to their acquaintances poetic. They arrive home and try to recreate her face in paint or in words.

I dance among the curtains. I am in my own world. The pads beneath me are as feathers, and the fabric surrounding me as wisps of clouds. The delicate whiteness I wear as a dress flows like wind. My dark waves lay down my back, then fly behind me when I twirl. I spread my arms and laugh at the glory of the universe.
Through the sheets and scarves I play, growing closer to the arch I call Adventure. The notes of the harpist grow fainter. The trickle of a crystal spring reaches my ears. The ground under my feet becomes softer, lighter; almost airy. Whiteness is joined by blue, and blue is joined by silver, and silver by violet. I kneel next to my spring. From the air I grasp a bit of silver cloud. I mold the condensed water into a bowl in my hands. From the diamond trickle I catch a bit of liquid. I bring the blue, the silver, the white, and the clear to my mouth and I drink. The purest water runs down my throat. I close my eyes and feel refreshed.
My eyelids lift to reveal a bright display. The world beyond Adventure has become a backdrop of dark blue and purple. I am surrounded by lights of all colors. They wrap around me. A giggle escapes my lips. Pinpricks of white and yellow join the show. They cover me until I, too, am light. I join the dance. I glide around and around, my gown trailing behind with the lights which play off of it.
What is time? Here, it does not exist. I play and do not grow weary until the clouds themselves wrap around me and tug me away from the spring. Softness covers me and leads me through the arch and the curtains. It lays me near the other world and gathers under my head. My weaknesses have returned yet do not trouble me. The clouds become blankets. My hair spreads out from under my neck. I know it displays around me like the rays of the sun. My eyes are closed. I sense a water crystal being laid on each lid.