Hey! Remember me? I work hard, but am hardly noticed until someone wants something of me. I am tired. And i am here!

It's a dark, rainy evening. The noisy chaos inside is annoying, but it's warm and dry in here. I would rather sit in peace and listen to the gentle storm, tho!

Lay low and stay out of trouble. Put on a smile when you are visible. It smooths the air and lightens your heart.

The silence is a song, beautiful and sweet in the magical sunlight. This is when fairy tales are born and vivid dreams continue into the waking hours!

The sun wasn't supposed to shine on us today, but apparently is feeling rebellious. It's nice to have the light and warmth.

It's really empty and cold in here today. I don't want to come out, though.

Grey November

The cold, dark box around me blocks out the chaos of the harried world outside. It is blank and featureless, but i retreat gratefully into its solace. I have no need to partake of the insanity that takes place out there. My box is a lonely place, but it is safe in here. Loneliness is an old friend, and is kinder to me by far than Pressure, Stress, and Insecurity have ever been. Insecurity still seems to hang around a lot, though. I can't seem to shake it for long.

I do not pine for high society, for glory or excitement. I do not desire vast riches or exotic places. I simply want to do good and not screw anything up.

Today has been better. I've had less pressure and more cooperation from those around me. I feel numb.

Some people say they care, then they don't show it. "They draw near unto with their lips, but their hearts are far from me." Honestly, what good does that do?

In my weary bed, i am blanketed by the silver light of the full moon. Its gentleness contrasts the harshness of the day and soothes away the horror and strife.