07-23-2018, 07:19 PM
I've wandered out of Sylva again.
Not perfect and gleaming like I usually am, but worn and battered. Dried blood and mud is matted upon my once vibrant coat, giving no indication to the beauty that lies beneath. It is a testament to my latest ventures, as trying as the might have been, I am proud of my failures. Even in the greatest of set backs I can find a small victory. I am not a bitter person, no, quite the contrary; I am stubbornly cheerful. Cheerful enough to hover over the edge of disturbing even. But here I joke, because we all know the truth of it. I am disturbed, to what degree however, all depends upon your perspective. One might describe me as an irresponsibly loud and impulsive creature, to that I would respond that I am honestly just an enthusiastically spontaneous and carefree soul. Same things, same meanings, same truths. Just said differently.
Isn't life beautiful? So simple and yet so complicated. So simply complicated.
My ramblings continue, though they are soon to be lapsed by the impish giggling; I told you I wasn't stupid.
There's no hesitation in my movement as I wade knee high into the river's gentle current. The water Jack that stares back is distorted and blurred, bringing upon a new fit of giggles at the ridiculousness of the vision. Really, this is like deja vu, but I highly doubt that Swampy has ventured out this far today, too busy with his torturing of the latest Sylvan play things that Batsy dragged home. This was boringly natural.
The water Jack begins to grin, and so I mimic the action, formulating the words quickly before I can even drop them from my pretty, bloodied mouth. She knows
"You can come out now," I say clearly to air of the dying dusk. I've spoken to the water, of course. But if the lurker decides to bide my command also, then so be it.
The more the merrier.
@[Jassal]
Not perfect and gleaming like I usually am, but worn and battered. Dried blood and mud is matted upon my once vibrant coat, giving no indication to the beauty that lies beneath. It is a testament to my latest ventures, as trying as the might have been, I am proud of my failures. Even in the greatest of set backs I can find a small victory. I am not a bitter person, no, quite the contrary; I am stubbornly cheerful. Cheerful enough to hover over the edge of disturbing even. But here I joke, because we all know the truth of it. I am disturbed, to what degree however, all depends upon your perspective. One might describe me as an irresponsibly loud and impulsive creature, to that I would respond that I am honestly just an enthusiastically spontaneous and carefree soul. Same things, same meanings, same truths. Just said differently.
Isn't life beautiful? So simple and yet so complicated. So simply complicated.
My ramblings continue, though they are soon to be lapsed by the impish giggling; I told you I wasn't stupid.
There's no hesitation in my movement as I wade knee high into the river's gentle current. The water Jack that stares back is distorted and blurred, bringing upon a new fit of giggles at the ridiculousness of the vision. Really, this is like deja vu, but I highly doubt that Swampy has ventured out this far today, too busy with his torturing of the latest Sylvan play things that Batsy dragged home. This was boringly natural.
The water Jack begins to grin, and so I mimic the action, formulating the words quickly before I can even drop them from my pretty, bloodied mouth. She knows
"You can come out now," I say clearly to air of the dying dusk. I've spoken to the water, of course. But if the lurker decides to bide my command also, then so be it.
The more the merrier.
@[Jassal]