I don’t want to get up. Why would I even think about it, at four AM on a Saturday? I don’t know. Something just calls. Scorpio, it whispers, Come to me. Come to me, and tu will be free.
Who are you? Where do I go? I call out sleepily. The shout is only in my head, but I feel it goes out into the darkness all the same.
You will know, Scorpio. tu will know what to do. Go to the river, it beckons. So I teeter down the stairs, fully clothed, in a dreamlike state.
What kind of crazy person am I? I ask myself. Not an unreasonable question, considering I’m going to a river because a voice in my head told me to. This is the kind of thinking that sends tu to an insane asylum. But still, I plod forward, opening the door quietly, and stepping over our threshold. Barefoot.
Wandering down the street, I see the moon shining over me, above me, in the sky. I am following the moon, closer to the universe than ever before. Soon, I am standing on the parte superior, arriba of The Bridge Over Skywater.
The Skywater River was named in Native American times, my father told me when I was young. Back then, it was called, “Buegoneguig”, which is Chippewa for “hole in the sky”. I guess they held ceremonies here o something. I would. Anyone would, had they seen the way the stars sparkled on its surface that night. It was like the sky was calling to me. The water called with it. Together, they beckoned me out onto the water.
I stood on the edge of the bridge, my toes curled around the edge. I let the power of the night lap over me, like the water at the river’s banks. And I dove.
I didn’t think, I just jumped. The cold water engulfed me. The light of the moon shone upon me as I resurfaced, feeling stronger than I ever had. The river’s pull didn’t seem to try and take me anywhere, just freezing this moment, perfect, of a girl in a river under a silver sky.
Who are you? Where do I go? I call out sleepily. The shout is only in my head, but I feel it goes out into the darkness all the same.
You will know, Scorpio. tu will know what to do. Go to the river, it beckons. So I teeter down the stairs, fully clothed, in a dreamlike state.
What kind of crazy person am I? I ask myself. Not an unreasonable question, considering I’m going to a river because a voice in my head told me to. This is the kind of thinking that sends tu to an insane asylum. But still, I plod forward, opening the door quietly, and stepping over our threshold. Barefoot.
Wandering down the street, I see the moon shining over me, above me, in the sky. I am following the moon, closer to the universe than ever before. Soon, I am standing on the parte superior, arriba of The Bridge Over Skywater.
The Skywater River was named in Native American times, my father told me when I was young. Back then, it was called, “Buegoneguig”, which is Chippewa for “hole in the sky”. I guess they held ceremonies here o something. I would. Anyone would, had they seen the way the stars sparkled on its surface that night. It was like the sky was calling to me. The water called with it. Together, they beckoned me out onto the water.
I stood on the edge of the bridge, my toes curled around the edge. I let the power of the night lap over me, like the water at the river’s banks. And I dove.
I didn’t think, I just jumped. The cold water engulfed me. The light of the moon shone upon me as I resurfaced, feeling stronger than I ever had. The river’s pull didn’t seem to try and take me anywhere, just freezing this moment, perfect, of a girl in a river under a silver sky.
I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, o could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his corazón torn into pieces, o turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with amor too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the playa after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this año in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these preguntas and más will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and segundo book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the segundo series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)
The Man With No Eyes Collection (6): Dream
A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,
But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,
And into the warm embrace of your esteem.
The stage that I left disappears from my mind,
Like suddenly being engulfed por sunshine,
I am truly alive, for the very first time,
All at once, let me sing, let me cry!
‘Til it bursts,
From my lungs, like a child,
Let me smile ‘til it hurts!
Let the blue of the morning
Strike my tearful eyes,
I still don’t know how,
I still don’t know why,
(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)
But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.
Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,
But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,
And into the warm embrace of your esteem.
The stage that I left disappears from my mind,
Like suddenly being engulfed por sunshine,
I am truly alive, for the very first time,
All at once, let me sing, let me cry!
‘Til it bursts,
From my lungs, like a child,
Let me smile ‘til it hurts!
Let the blue of the morning
Strike my tearful eyes,
I still don’t know how,
I still don’t know why,
(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)
But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.
Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
I just started going on the path where my life had no light. I missed everyone from our school who graduated, and I really had many amazing friends there. friends who gave me memories that lasted forever...friends who helped me out when things got bad...friends who were always there for me. I know, however, that they will always continue to be in my heart, even as they went away from me. If they never come back, they will still have left hand prints on my corazón that will never be washed away. Life without the light makes me feel so lonely...like a vagabond on the streets with no home...like an eagle with no prey...like me with no one to cry with. However sad this situation I find myself in...I still know that life will go on...and I must continue to strive to be the best I can be. Even without the warmth of my friends close by, I know that they will always be por my side even if they are not with me. All my friends are the light in my life.
The noise,
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
tu think tu are so bright,
saying tu buzz because tu care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way tu can mostrar tu care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't tu understand?
Have tu tried to understand?
Do I really expect tu to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse tu uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
tu think I don't know anything,
tu think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
tu think because tu are older,
tu know más than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, tu are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make tu knelt
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
tu think tu are so bright,
saying tu buzz because tu care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way tu can mostrar tu care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't tu understand?
Have tu tried to understand?
Do I really expect tu to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse tu uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
tu think I don't know anything,
tu think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
tu think because tu are older,
tu know más than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, tu are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make tu knelt