They felt the Specters go by them like a cold wind and they felt the ground shake beneath them under the galloping feet of the Minotaurs; and overhead there went a flurry of foul wings and a blackness of vultures and giant bats.
"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis
everything fades. friends left, lovers died. not that they were good. they were awful but their absence is like a hunger that can not be satisfied. i cant remember myself without it. i cant remember myself happy. i can barely remember my past. empty frame. anemic sky.
i am living but but but sometimes i have a feeling that i am a third person singular of my life. i am watching over, i am controlling over my body somewhat but... i am just questioning my existence for no reason. i am feeling kinda worthless sometimes. i am trying to keep myself positive but sometimes it is really tough to keep it up. i need some winter sleep to get better mentally. maybe i am just a burden for people i communicate, aren't i? i think that i like to live but what if i am just an undead. when i smile you can see that i am moving my skeleton around, my spirit is burning the air. i am just a simple witch, i like to make some human soup to show my love and hatred for humankind. i feel confused indeed. aren't we walking shit bagz? we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are. i am getting hopeless day by day. isn't it the time for closing our eyes while we are lying down on the grass with a cold wind? maybe we can even die. maybe it would not be that fun thing in reality but just visualizing this makes me feel kinda relieved. i want to cry but i cannot, my body gets frozen instead. drinking soup would be nice. the idea of turning into a part of nature... would be a better contribution maybe. anyways, as long as i live, i will try my best. nowadays i might be kinda weak but... isn't it natural sometimes? i am about to faint but i do not want to have nightmares. raindrops are dripping, blup blop oOoOo. anyways... it is time to go, i will rest along with a lavender candle zZzZZ. cya! \m/
she revived the rats. do you understand? you have to, just... her party got strong off of stepping on the little guy. and lucy went back and said no, and brought them back. rats! no one cares about rats. her party members have a joke about how many rats they've killed. lucy went back and healed them.