It is quieter now. (Nearly) All my friends are gone, I feel emotionally distanced from some people who I never expected to be. Because I don't understand what he has become or why or how he got to where he is now. The friend i had is different, i still love him but i don't know how to relate anymore. I disagree more, I shake my head, I worry. It's probably unfair of me and I don't want to judge the decisions he makes for his life as he discovers himself and what he believes, but...all the common ground we had is falling away.
It is quieter now. I am calmer. It is snowing almost constantly - muffling the world, covering our tracks, and cushioning our falls.
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
About Me
- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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and now Im shockingly in suspense, am I the chosen one? you havnt called me back-im scared.
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