An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Thursday, 12 November 2020
To be a part of a guild, to know I have kin, and a place to officially call home again, to actually feel wanted feels amazing! I joined the Clan of the Shrouded Bunnies today. But I do not have my bunny ears or fuzzy tail yet like the rest, because apparently there is a ceremony they do for that. So I shall be patient and wait. But at least I am home.
Tuesday, 10 November 2020
The sea has seen my joy,
the sea has seen my sorrows.
The waves have washed away my guilt,
and the breeze blows away memories.
The sky is my shelter,
the sea listens to my heart,
and eases the pain for a time.
The stars have glistened in my tears,
the pebbles have echoed my laughter
while the wind caresses my cheek.
The sea is my solitude and strength.
Wednesday, 04 November 2020
I am full of sorrow this turn, thinking of times, people, and family now lost to me. I know the time can not go back and that I must look to the future, and while that brings with it fear and excitement. For now the silence is nearly deafening. Why is it I can see the good and the right path for others, and usually help in ways that make them happy. But for myself, I end up taking every wrong path. Will I ever find the happiness I sought when ran away? Or was even that truly in vain? No.. it wasn't in vain, I know that. There are so many people I have loved, and that do love here in this world that I never would have had the chance to know there. I help so many others find their way, find their path... but, when will I find my own and no longer feel so lost?
