Post by Willow Joanne Esquire on Aug 2, 2011 23:43:30 GMT -5
Willow Joanne Esquire
Perhaps I'm crazy. They say that I am. They say that I'm compleately lost. At least that is what my father said. He's sending me away, because I'm just too crazy for him. Too hard to handle since my sight was lost. Perhaps they are right. Just a little. But, are we not all, just a little lost, and a little mad? Just a bit? After all, can you really blame the girl? I'd like to see you in my place, would you be able to hold all your shit together? Bet'cha ya wont! Thought I do not wish this upon anyone.... it's a sad day it was.... But do not fear. I'll be with you. Perhaps we'll get through in one piece....
But do you know what I fear the most? The darkness. The eternal darkness. The knowlege that I am lost in the shadow world, lost only within the world of my own creation. I am afraid of bein alone. Do not leave me just yet.... Let us stay together, even if for a little while. Do not let me be lost... even if for just a moment....Tell me if I'm mad....
Willow was a good girl. And then life decided to toy around a bit with her and her family. She saw teh blood left after her mother's suicide. Not too long after that, she witnessed a massacer that claimed lives of two of her siblings, and then caused her to loose her eyesight. And the once happy and light hearted child began taking a step for the worst. She became rather depressed and pessimistic. As time progressed she began to gain a cynical look at the world, not to mention a harshly realistic one. Though still rather gentle, Willow hardly finds a fiber with in her body to hurt another being.Will you be my friend? Will you show me the sunshine?
Funny little things are friends. The stay by your side, even if everything is going to Hell and then back again. But those kinds of friends are also hard to obtain. It takes time, efford, trust. Friends can be so different, and yet so similar, but then again, those quorks are the ones that keep them together. Willow finds it rather difficult to be friends with people. At least now she does. Long ago she had no problem, but ever since the accident, she grew far too distant from them. With teh development of trust issues, communications, and such. Get her past the trauma, and you may find a friend for life. That is, if one can find the patience for it. She once fun and curious, with a touch of mischief. PErhaps it is still ther, deep down inside. Dig deep enough, and the treasure may reveal itself.
With in the heart of hearts, Willow seeks someone she can trust. A bond and a connections that may grow and develop. Willow is in a dark place, and she wishes for someone to show her the brighter side of the world. Especially now, that there is nothing but darkness before her eyes. Willow wishes for a warm touch.Are you here to tell me that I'm crazy?
Enemies are enemies. They are easily made, hard to get rid of, and never fun. There is hardly anything to say more about them, other then what they are. Willow seems to make them easily. Not too hard when one speaks bluntly and sharply. With grim humor, bitter remarks and cynical views, it is not that hard to make "Friends". Always fun ones too! One does not seek them. They just show up.Will you be my guiding light in this never ending dark?
Romances. They are the funny little things. Far more complex then they aught to be. Sure, not many people would object to having a nice relationship. A warm body to snuggle up to, a gentle soul that one can connect to, someone to love and to hold....But how many of those can a crazy person find? Sure, if one has enough patience, will, and determination... Willow will not object. It's nice to say that she'd want someone to spend her life with....but when locked up in a mental institution, dreams of eternal happyness are rather vague and slim.Welcome to the worlds of wonder.
And there you go. You know a bit about myself. So will you now come to laugh at the blind girl? Perhaps one of these days, our paths will cross. And maybe you won't laugh. Perhaps our paths will meet and entertwine. One day, you never know.Till then my friend.
Truly yours,
Willow.
