The Endless Thoughts

Tick. Tick. Tick.
Endless thoughts in my head.
I can't bring them together.
What time is it?
What will I write next?
I must do this...
I must finish that...
Tick. Tick. Tick.
I hear The Song and cry,
I can see things which I shouldn't,
Why doesn't anyone hear these things?
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Am I mad?
Or do I just see things others don't?
I cry for my dreams,
I make real my fantasies,
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Am I truely mad?
I don't know anymore,
How can I ever have been sane?
These thoughts that race inside my mind,
They would condem those less then I,
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Please, can't you find me?
Please, can't you teach me?
These things that I see,
These things that I hear,
I can't control it for long,
Tick. Tick. Tick.
This mask that I wear,
Is beginning to break,
How long can I hold this disguise?
How long can I hide?
Please help me.
Please...

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Tears

Why do I cry, you ask?
Why do I shed these tears?
Do you truely not know?
This pain that rips out my heart.
Don't you know the truth?
Can't you see?
These things that happen to you.
And yet you cannot cry.
But I can see the unbearable pain in your eyes.
You cannoy hide it.
But you do not cry.
You hold everything in.
Hiding it form the world.
Hiding behind that kind smile that no one deserves.
Is it for your sake?
Or for ours?
But it doesn't matter.
You asked why I cried.
It's so simple.
I cry for you.
I cry because you cannot.
Why?
Because someone has to.
Let me more for you.
I will bare your sadness.
I will take your pain.
Trust me.
I will not betray you.
Teach me.
I will not fail you.
Yes...
Trust me.
I will not leave you.

Can You Hear Me?

What in this world is right? What in this world makes sense? Hidden behind trapped boxes and walls. I want a roof made of the stars. I want to walk on a ground made out of clouds. I want a carpet of diamonds. I want to hold the sky in my hands. I want to see those things that cannot be seen. What is this thing we call 'time'? What locks us to this small world? I want to see. I want to know. Can you show me? Can you teach me? I will follow where you go. I will listen to what you speak. Where are you? Won't you come for me? This silence that drives my mind. This nothingness that envelops my life. What in this world isn't madness?





Can you hear me? Can you see this plea? Perhaps you do not think. But I am writing to you. Yes, to you. Perhaps I can, perhaps I cannot. But I do know one thing. I can write, spin words under my fingers. No one might ever see it, might never read it. But to have it written down, all of it, would it not be good? It must be lonley... Perhaps, perhaps. Would it do you some good? Would it hurt to try?


I am waiting.

My Words to You

This world of deception,
This cursed black slate.
Take a look in the mirror,
Do you curse your fate?
These shattered trusts you cannot break,
Will forever haunt you.
The heartache I feel,
Will always begin anew.
Listen to my words,
Hear this pain in my voice.
You have to start trusting me,
Do you have really any choice?
I can offer you shelter,
Hide you from the rest of the world.
Come to me freely,
With you secrets on wings unfurled.
You may not trust me,
For how would trust my kind?
But I am perhaps your only choice now,
Will you come or will you stay behind?
You must choose now,
You cannot afford to wait,
Those enemies that chase you,
Will not ever hesitate.
Come, secret shadow,
Let me be your guide.
I will guard you with me life,
You never again have to hide.

Trust

I feel the eyes watching me.
I can hear your voice.
Why do you hide yourself from me?
Do you think you cannot trust me?
But of course!
I am human.
Why would anyone want to trust a human?
Humans lie, cheat, and steal.
Humans would betray you for their own personal game.
Of course you wouldn't believe that I would never do that.
You'd never believe that I would sacrifice my life to protect your secret.
You'd never believe that you can trust me.
So I will wait.
I'll wait my entire life.
Because maybe it will happen someday.
Maybe someday someone will see this pathetic human.
And they will share that secret.
And I will be able to prove to them my sencerity.
Where are you magic?
Where are you the stories that I believe in?
Where are you lost and hated myth?
I will take you in without a thought.
I will shelter you if it would cost me my own life.
I will protect you with everythin in my power and beyond.
Even if I am a human.

Someday I will prove my trust to you.
But maybe you need to trust me first.

I'm waiting.

Song

"In sleep he sang to me."
I can hear the song in the air.
I can feel its power flood through me.
I can't escape from it.
"In dreams he came."
Everytime I close my eyes, I see his face.
I feel his presence beside me.
He's always with me, no matter where I came.
"That voice which calls to me."
I hear him when I'm alone.
I hear him when I'm surrounded by hundreds of people.
I hear him everywhere, every minute of the night and day.
"And speaks my name."
He's calling for me.
He's calling me to his side.
I can't resist him.
"And do I dream again?"
I can't tell realty from dreams anymore.
I hear him everywhere.
Is it in my dreams or am I awake?
"For now I find."
There's only one thing I can tell anymore.
The rest of the world has abandoned me.
My sanity had left me.
"The Phantom of Eternal Darkness is there."
Always there.
Always here.
Always...
"Inside my mind."
Always...
Always...
Always...

Whispers

"Darkness," they whisper to me. "Is that not what you saught?"
"Times have changed," I replied. "I no longer desire that which you offer."
"Is that right? You cannot hide your thoughts and desires from me. I see the deepest secrets that you keep from the word. The shadows which you crave, the darkness which you covet."
"You're wrong," I say. "I have no hidden cravings or covets."
"Oh, sweet child of darkness, you cannot lie to me. I have seen that which is in your heart and hidden in your soul. That genius which turns to madness. The madness which turns to genius. You need not fear these unknown feelings. Give them to me and I shall make your wish come true."
"I have no wish."
"Do not fight me."
"I have no desires."
"You cannot decieve me."
"I am not mad."
"Your genius is madness in itself."
"I am not a creature of darkness!"
The darkness laughs. "Oh, but you are. You are my beloved daughter of shadows. You are the egg which I have cared for that will soon hatch into my greatest masterpeice!"
"I... I'm scared."
"Do not be frightened, sweet daughter of shadows. I shall watch over you and guard your madness until it is ready to bloom."

Is It Worth It?

Is this all even worth it? Do my words even matter? I sit and write endless stories that pour from my mind like a never-ending waterfall. But I can never type fast enough. These stories build up in my mind, screaming and shouting in my head so I can't think of anything else. I can never appease them. But should I even bother? What's the point of even writing these things down?

Except maybe to save my self from my own insanity...

Why Does She Cry?

Beautiful creature of darkness,
Why, in the shadows, does she cry?
Why does she cry out of heaven?
I have been here, inside.

Beautiful lady of shade,
You tears pierce my heart like knives,
Please calm you tears, sweet lily,
There is no reason to hide.

Did you not summon an angel?
A guardian to help save your heart,
Do not fear any longer,
For you, I shall never depart.

You, oh sweet lily who calls me,
Cast your fears aside,
I have come to save you from this hardship,
Please, forever now, dry your beautiful eyes.

My Heart to You

Pitiful creature of darkness,
What kind of life have you known?
God give me courage to show you,
You are not alone.

The Darkness Told Me

The darkness told me,
"Just a little further in,
There is light here soon,
Just come more closely,
Closley,
Closley."
I said to the darkness,
"There is no light here,
Why have you brought me to such a place,
This never ending shadows?"
The darkness whispered to me,
"There can never be light near me,
For I am the killer of all light,
And all that can be beautiful,
Won't you stay by my side,
For I am the darkness inside,
And though I am the deepest shadows,
I still yearn for light,
Secretly,
Secretly,
Secretly."

Phantom of the Opera

In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came,
That voice which called to me,
And speaks my name,
And do I dream again?
For now I find,
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside my mind.

Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet,
My power over you,
Grows stronger yet,
And though you turn from me,
To glance behind,
The Phantom of the Opera is here,
Inside your mind.

For those who've seen your face,
Draw back in fear,
I am the mask you wear,
It's me they hear,
My spirit and your voice,
In one combine,
The Phantom of the Opera is here,
Inside your mind.

In all your fantasy,
You always knew,
That man and mystery,
Were both in you,
And in this labrynth,
Where night is blind,
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside my mind.

Is that,
The Phantom of the Opera?
Beware,
The Phantom of the Opera.

Piece of my Book

“I can’t change, Isha,” Phantom said quietly. I blinked. That was the first time he had called my name. His voice… it sounded so sad. My heart twisted, but it wasn’t from the ice. “I was born like this,” he continued quietly. “I can no more change my powers any more then you can change the color of the sky of the shape of the sun. Even if I tried to live a normal life, sooner or later, a mistake or accident would happen. And then…”
“And then you’d be killed,” I finished. I looked down, feeling horrible. “That’s not fair,” I muttered. “You aren’t an evil Sorcerer. You’re good and kind.”
There was a quiet noise. For a moment I almost thought it was a laugh but it went silent too quickly for me to tell. “You are too kind, sweet lily.” Phantom sighed. “No, I can never live a normal life in the surface world.” His voice got very quiet. “I do not wish for many things,” he said softly, “but I just want to live. To exist. Is that too much to ask? Your people would hunt me down and see me burned for something I was born with and had no control after. Tell me, is that fair, Isha?”
I bit my bottom lip, shaking my head profusely. “No. It’s not,” I managed to choke out.
There was a rustling noise and I felt him draw closer to me. I felt a cold chill near my cheek as if his hand was hovering right next to my skin. “Don’t cry, lily,” Phantom whispered. “It pains me to see you cry.”
I swallowed and sniffed loudly. I furiously rubbed at my face with my dirty sleeve. “I won’t cry. If it pains you so then I’ll never cry again,” I vowed.

The Phantom

He watches from the shadows, a hidden love never spoken. Will you sing for him? Will you calm his madness? A fated meeting, an eternal love. It was a match made by the lines of Fate. A destined path. A light and a shadow intertwining. Love at first sight will forever take flight.

Insanity

The madness of the mind can shape the world. No one understands. No one could ever understand. Do they see the magic that shapes the sky? Or the blood of the earth below? No. Ha! They think me mad! But I can see it. I can hear the whispers of the trees, feel the touch of the darkness. Can you see them? Can you see the tattered wings on my back? They are there. But broken and ripped. I am unable to fly. So I stay here, trapped on this earth, seeing and knowing things that no one else knows. Until that day when my wings can heal and I can fly once more...

I don't know.

What is it that I want? I don't even know anymore. I've forgotten who I am. I've covered myself up with so many lies, so many masks, I can't remember who I am anymore. What is the darkness? What is the light? What is it that I'm after? I can't rememeber anymore. This is too painful.... How long can I keept this up?

Eyes

I speak now my fears in reality. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to write like this. My eyes won't be able to take much longer. Even as I write this I feel the pain in my eyes, the burning as if they were lit on fire. How much longer can I last? How much longer until I go blind?

End

I’ve found my wings but have no where to fly. I have lost my will, my soul had been shattered. I no longer have the strength to carry on. How long will it be before the end?

Legend

Behind every legend, there is a story. Behind every myth, there is a truth. Behind every whisper, there is someone speaking. That which was will become what will be.

Story

Every story must have five things. Firstly, a beginning. You must introduce the characters and lay down a plot. Second, a challenge. The main character must go on some kind of journey, physically or mentally. Next, the hero must appear to win. It must seem like everything is going fine and there is no really threat. Then the hero appears to loose. This is the most important part of a story. There has to be that question. Can the hero really lose? Is the hero going to die or loose everything? But, of course, then comes the final part. The hero wins. Because, you can’t have a story where the hero looses. Good must always win. Right?

Duel Wings

A split mind,
A split soul,
Shattered heart,
And broken wings,
A dove that cannot fly,
Will never be welcomed by the sky that calls her,
Light and shadow,
Intertwined and intermixed,
Black and white melded,
The one with black wing,
The one with white wing,
A soul shall never be parted,
A mind never restored.

Darkness Devours.

Alone

No one understands. They think that it's just a simple comment. It doesn't mean anything. Ha! So ignarent. Can they not hear my heart shattering? Are they so blind that they can't see my tears?

"Why don't you get your head out of the book and talk to people? You know, if you read too many books, your writing will just become cheap imatations of other authors."

How can you not think that that would rip my heart to shreads?? I will never forget it. Never. These tears that I cry won't stop.

Shadows

The darkness calls to me. Most fear the dark, staying within their harsh light. Their light burns me to the touch, blinds me. No one can see me within the darkness. It is my world and mine only. The shadows cover me like a cocoon, whispering soft words in my ears. Who needs those being of light? I have the darkness.

Soulmate

They say there is a soulmate for every person. An eternal love that's made just for you, only for you. But how do you find this person? In a world of millions, billions even, how do you find just ONE person? How can I ever find love? If there's a soulmate for everyone, where's mine?

Dream 3

I dreamed that there was someone after me. I managed to get away but it was a trap and there was a car accident with me in it. After that it was a little fuzzy. It was as if I was in a different world, nothing but whiteness. I was all alone, laying in nothingness. Then this boy appeared. He seemed so familar but I can't remember his face. He lay next to me and told me everything was going to be okay. I remember feeling so warm and peaceful and, in that moment, everything was perfect. Then I woke up. Dang it...

Silence

The night is so quiet. A thousands lives fall into a temporary death, freezing the world in place. There are no sounds but the whisp of the wind as it searches through the earth. I find peace here. In this dark, shadowy, silent world, I can truely be allow. It is my world only. Such peace...

Burning Eyes

My eyes burn like flames. Each blinks brings more pain that's more then I care bare. Sleep is the only cure and yet it never comes to me. It's nearly impossible to see out of tear-streaming eyes. I can barely even see the keys as I type. Why was cursed like this? When my one passion and dream in life is the one thing that causes me to suffer the most, making my vision burst into flames. How long will it be before I become truely blind and will never be able to write again?

Fear.......I fear it.

Imaginary World

I live in an imaginary world. Secluded in a small, inescapable box. Always alonein a box. I can see a vision of a small girl sitting in the darkness with only a tiny stream of light as company. I need not food nor drink nor sleep. But I conjure up things from my own fantasies. Creatures of myths, beings that exist only in my mind. I hold out a hand and feel a fairy land on my fingertips.

Why can't my dream world become real?

Dreams and Wings

Ah, I have so many dreams. Countless thoughts spinning and weaving in my head to come up with beautiful worlds and mystial fantasties. But, above them all, is the dream to fly. To feel powerful muscles connecting to my shoulder blades, hearing the whisper of feathers in the wind in my ears, to feel the win din my face, dancing in my hair. To fly on soft, beautiful wings... Ah... What it must feel like. What wonder it would be like. My greatest dream... I'll never stop wishing.

The Worm and the Bird

It's funny how some things can make you think os different things. A simple song, a woven art of notes and spin and whisper words that influence a mind. A song that can make you cry, a song that can make you laugh, a song that can make you feel strong. They're all out there. And there are those that make you think. It's not just a normal thing, but something different. The one in my mind speaks of the madness of the mind. Because all humans have madness, no matter how big or small. It makes us different, unique, mayhap strong as well. Because, is madness really a bad thing? Madness... ah, sweet darkness of the world. Perhaps. Perhaps. Who knows? Time can tell what no lips can utter. The madness of one canchange the world of millions.

*hums* crawls like a worm... crawls like a worm from a bird... XD

Masks

It's strange, if you think about it. What's the real you? What's the real me? I've covered my face with so many masks, I can no longer remember who the real me is anymore. I've forgotten everything. What's the point? I've covered my soul, my spirit, my mind... It's all darkness that I can't get out of. I've become so numb. I can't feel anything anymore. Who am I?

He's gone...

He's gone... He's finally gone... They took him away. I'm all alone now. No one cares. These tears on my face don't stop. This emptiness inside of me can't be filled. What am I suposed to do? What am I suposed to do??? I don't even know anymore. Everything just seems worthless. What's the point? I just want to wither away... into the darkness where noone can see.

Dreams 2

Every time I get up the courage to watch an R rated movie, I get a dream that explains exactly why I DON'T whath them. I dreampt I was a person being chased by a dead spirit. During a fight, my mind kept flashing back to a pair of bones, a woman clinging onto a small child, that were deep underwater. The woman was actually me and the child was the spirit trying to kill me. As we fought, the bones started to fall apart, being torn apart by the tides. It was... bad.

But then things changed into something I see more in my waking dreams then my sleeping ones. There was this small village of tents and I kept walking through it, dressed in a black cloak with a hood covering my face. There were these... rolled up balls of mud and grass and such with large sticks sticking in them. If they had less then three sticks, and someone pulled one out, then that person was sucked into a black protal. I escaped the place with three other people. The scene changed and we were in these white ruins that had black curtains hung up at odd points on the wall. Placed randomly everywhere were signs that said NOT to do something. Two strangers had come with us and deliberatly went against what the signs said not to do and looked behind the curtains. It was like a black portal. They were sucked in and taken to the Underworld. These black hands reached from the protals and tried to take the people I had saved but I held them back. The hands were Death and I said that it had no dominion over that place. Death laughed at me and said my power was fading and that I couldn't deny my Fate. Then I woke up.

Hmmmm gives me all kinds of ideas....
~YinYand

A Speck of Hope

How fraglie the human heart is. How easily broken it can become. And yet, how easily healed it can become. It the blackest of nights and the coldest of sorrow, there is always that small speck of light in the distance that calls itself hope. Sometimes we cannot see it, but it's still there. And when we do chance a glimpse of it, we chase it with all our might. We might never reach it, but it's still that light in the darkness and it will always be there in our hearts.

Sadness and Sorrow

Sometimes I hate life. This sick, twisted thing that I have to live. Because no one else can understand someone else's mind. No one can fully understand how they think. Understand the things that are TRUELY important to a person. Something that might seem igsignificant to one person is the most presious thing in the world to another. Something very dear is being taken away from me. It's being stolen by those who see it as a mear 'toy.' And, of course, no one listens to a child. If you are under 21 then your imput doesn't even matter. You don't know anything. The 'adults' can do whatever they please. After all, what on earth are you going to do to them? They're high above you and have some magical 'athority' over you. And so, I must lose my most presious thing because I cannot fight back. Do I really have to hang my head in submission? Isn't there something I can do? I'm just an insignificant human child how must bow under this invisible power. God I hate it.

Such a cruel and horrid world.
~YinYang

Fear

I fear for my dreams... It's the one uncertainty that we can have no control over. No one can control their dreams. I fear nightmares. Horrible sights and sounds that I cannot escape. Will it be a wonderful dream? Or a horrible nightmare? I fear sleep, not knowing the answer. But I must sleep. We all must sleep. We pray for glorious dreams and flee from nightmares. Until the first rays of pale sunlight creep over the horizen and pull us from our dreams into the real world. Or... perhaps it's the other way around...

Goodnight World
~YinYang

Vampires

There's been countless upon countless of speculations of vampires, esspecially nowadays. The Twlight series launched the stories of vampires into another realm. They are probabaly the most popular of all mythical creatures today.

To define a vampire is a very hard thing. As I have not met an actual vampire, I cannot truely say what is fact or not. Older stories show vampires as blood-sucking mosters that are spawns of the devil and altogether evil. It is not until earier times such as now where vampires are shown in a different light, not as mosters, but only beings that are perhaps not very different from humans.

I'll start with the similarites. ALL stories agree on one thing: vampires live off of blood. It's the defining thing of a vampire. Now, there are stories, such as Cirque Du Freak, that say vampires also can eat human foo, but the basis of blood is always there. It's the 'lifeforce' persay. If one would actually think about it, it almost sounds repulsive. Drinking BLOOD? If you saw someone you knew, a family member perhaps, bite someone's arm and started drinking their blood, what on earth would you think?? You'd probabaly run! While reading and seeing these vampire stories, it's easy to forget that fact, but most people would find it sickening. However, think of this. I don't think many people realize it. Blood is the absolute foundation of a human body. It carries your life. Literally. Without it, humans would cease to exist. Period. We need blood to live. So it's VERY symbolic. A vampire feeds on the life-force of a human to sustain their own life. So, in thinking about that, a vampire cannot sustain a life-force of their own, and so must find someone who can, namely humans. Blood is the life of all things and vampires feed on blood. They feed to continue their own lives.

Besides drinking blood, the stories vary dramatically. MOST include sunlight. Vampires, for one reason or another, cannot go out in the sunlight. If you take in consideration another part of these stories, it would perhaps make a lot of sense. Nearly every vampire story tells of extordiary abilities they have. Super speed, strength, senses, etc. So, if one had super sense and stepped out into the sunlight, it would be excruciating! The glare of the sun would be double, triple, ten times what we humans see. Another thing that might contribute to the sunlight stories is simply the fact of trying to stay hidden. Out of every single mythical creature, the vampire is one of the most nutorious for being hunted down. Vampire hunters. ESSPECIALLY in older days. People would train their ENTIRE lives, commited to hunting down these 'demons.' And so, if you were a vampire and being hunted like this, I don't really think you'd go around walking in the daylight. The cover of night is always the best hiding place.

From here the stories muddle. When hearing how to kill a vampire you get a hundred different answers. The all popular stake through the heart, holy water, crosses, cutting the head off, ripping them to peices, or some say that just a bullet can do the job. In this issue, I cannot offer much insight since I do not know. I do believe that vampires are incredibly stronger, faster, and and better physically then humans in every way. While I do not know, to kill a vampire can be NO easy task. But as I said, I've never met one so I can't say for sure. And even if I did, I have absolutely no desire to kill them so I wouldn't mind not knowing.

Most of the older stories(when I mean older, I mean like 1800s and such) say vampires are demons that come from hell and slaughter all in their path. I do not agree with this in any sense whatsoever. Think of it this way. Lions are a common thing people know of. Everyone knows what a lion is. The hunt and eat meat, live in the savanna, yaddah, yaddah, yaddah. Now, every once in a while, there's a story of rouge lions that aquire a taste of human blood. They attack villages and kill dozens of people. This might continue for a while before eventually humans win and the lion is killed. Now, after this lion has killed dozens of people, lions are not labeled as demons and every one of them is hunted down! So... why not? What is it different then a lion hunting, killing, and eating humans and a vampire drinking blood? Now, whether vampires kill humans, I do not know. Again, I have not met one, so I can't say. Whether they kill the human or simply just drink a little, who can say. So, where's the difference? Don't humans have serial killers? Is every human hunted down and killed because one went 'crazy'? Why not? Because it's not their fault. So if vampires do/did exist and there was a small group of them and one turned into a serial killer, why would the whole group be hunted down? Was it thier fault? Should we kill the entire family and all the friends of a serial killer? NO! That's rediculous! Everyone knows it's not their fault. Why is the entire name of 'vampire' stained? Those who were right in their minds and stayed hidden were never known about. The only ones that humans saw were the killers who came out of hidding.

There are many more things I could write about but, if I continued, this would be an insanly long post(if it isn't already). No doubt I'll have more to add later in time. Vampires will always hold the highest amount of respect from me. Among all mythical things, they are the one I wish the most that I could meet. But yes, who would trust a human? *sigh* Who knows. The future is not written in stone. Perhaps. Perhaps.

Well, this is all for now. I bid thee all farewell. Sorry for such the long post. Tomarrow I'll do write some more on those who dwell in the realm in the mystical.

Goodnight world.
~YinYang

Dreams

I wonder what's the point of dreams. I'm sure there's some strange scientific explaination or whatnot, but there's always a sense of mystery around them. Close your eyes, fall asleep, and go off into some world that doesn't exist.

I dreamt of a another time and place where people could trasform into any living thing they wished but they had one true form. We were being chased but a great eagle that attacked us over and over again, wounding me badly. But we were saved when the spirit of a river revealed himself and chased away the attacker. I wonder what my true form would have been...

Perhaps dreams are the closest we humans could ever get to real magic.
~YinYang

The Night

I just got back from the bookstore. Ah, I always feel better when I come back from there. Although, my eyes are all screwed up so I can't read much or they'll start to burn.

I always wonder how people make up these amazing stories. Being a writer myself, I can understand how these other world's and all these things, though, I myself am still learning and could never come up with those types of things. Not yet at least. The things that fasinate me the most are mangas. Not only do you have to be have the gift of writing, but an amazing artist as well. Two incredible skills at the same time. Unfortuanatly, while I'm blessed with the gift of writing, I'm cursed with probabaly the worst artistic skills in the world. Honestly, I can't even draw a stick figure right.

I truely love mangas. It goes from reading a simple book and trying to imagine these things in your mind to SEEING how these things played out. SEEING how the characters are suposed to look like, how these battles play out, EVERYTHING. It's one step closer to another world I guess.

It's the same with movies. I think that that's the same with every single person. As people get older, belief in fantasy completely goes out the window. But of course! People believe what they see and hear and what they think they know as truth. Then, why are books and movies so popular? I believe that ALL people, whether they realize it or not, are looking for some other world. People try to look for fantasy and those things that they believed in as a child and, for that few hours, perhaps they do. Take the Avatar movie for example. People watch that movie and see this whole new world and they can truely beleive that it exists. A true beautiful world, not without its dangers, but with a gorgous, beautiful underlaying of truth. It's something we all dream of, whether we realize or not.

Ah, but all things and whatnot. That's something to discuss in another post. Over the course of these posts, I'll really get into these fantasy things. Different veiws, different dreams, different worlds. Who knows, perhaps I'll find a missing pieces to this impossible puzzle. (Though I doubt anyone will ever read this... *sigh*)

That's all for the night. Though other creatures may live in the night, unfortunatly I am still human and require sleep. I think my internal clock is always programmed to click off at midnight.

Goodnight World
~YinYang

Where I Stand

Not much happened today. I got classes on Tuesday's and Thursday's so that's always fun! Uhg... not. Yea, but who likes school anyways. I'd get into more on that but no one wants to hear me ramble on about school.

Since nothing interesting had happened in life today, I'll take a moment to explain my position. I probably should have done this in the first post but hey. It's a little long, I appologize, but these are my thoughts. Here's how I see it:

Everywhere you turn, there's myths and legends (or more popular, fantasy books and all that). For thousands of years, there have been stories of mystical creatures that defy the norm that we know today. But are they just stories? I don't believe so. As far as I know, there's no PROOF for anything. But that doesn't really mean anything. The way I see it, if there's great magical creatures out there, they aren't just gonna pop up and be like "Oh hey! Look at me!"

Hundreds of hundreds of years ago, before there was any fancy traveling of planes and cars and whatnot, people on totally different CONTINENTS somehow all came up with the same stories. Take dragons for example, there's the Chinese dragon, Eropean dragon, another type of dragon in the Americas, and even another type in Africa. All of these show the same type of creature but thousands of miles apart! There was no way all these people were in contact with each other. So how on earth did they come up with this one singlur creature that we call a dragon? Simple. They must have SEEN one.

And that's my dream. To somehow find something, ANYTHING really, of the mystical world. Now, I will say this now and lay it down. I am not stupid. I don't go around messing with things I shouldn't be messing with. I don't go around doing rituals or spells or charms or whatnot. I don't mess with forces that I don't understand. I do not and never will mess around with witchcrafy or any of that stuff. I believe that there are creatures, beings, whatever you want to call them, that can use this stuff we call "magic" as a part of themselves. Just like we use arms or legs or a bird uses wings to fly or a fish has gills to breathe underwater. Just like a cheetah has the natural ability to run at incredibly fast speeds, so might something like a vampire be able to run at amazing speeds. I think it's a natural ability, not whitchcraft or dealing with demons or whatnot.

I supose many people would think this is weird. I am a grown person and yet I believe in things that most people toss away as fairy tales at age 6. Who knows. It's my one and greatest dream.

But I'm not ignarent. I understand what it would be like. Esspecially with recent movies such as Twilight, most girls are like "Oh! I want to be a vampire and get a smexy vampire boyfriend!" *rolls eyes* I KNOW things would NOT be that easy. No matter what goes on, whether it be vampire, werewolf, or anything else for that matter, SOMETHING is hunting you. It is NOT an easy life to remain hidden and alive. I do not knowing that feeling so perhaps I am a little ignarent in wishing for these things, but at least I understand it. Take a vampire for example. The most common beilf (which I will explore in more depth later on) is that vampires live either forever or a remarkable long period of time, drink blood, either cannot die or can only be killed certain ways, and have amazing abilites. People always think "living forever, yes!" But has anyone really thought about it? It must be an incredibly lonley thing. Everyone you meet or know will die in a heartbeat to you if you live forever. You'll be forced to move around for the rest of eternity, never able to stay in the same place because if someone recognizes your eternal life/youth, they will hunt you. Anything you dream of doing, having a family, becoming some great celebraty of a singer or actor or athlete, it's impossible! After just ten years (maybe!) people will get suspisious. You wouldn't be able to do a thing. And there are hunters as well. It would be ignorant and stupid to belive that, if creatures such as these existed, that there wouls not be people hunting them. Through some type of event, SOMEONE would find out and know. And imagine being on the run for eternity. Never fall in love, never have a normal life. Nothing. And there's the matter of blood. Now, whether a vampire has to kill a person or not is beyond me. I've never met one so I can't say for sure. But even if you do not kill a person, I imagine there's quiet a lot of mental battles. After a while, perhaps you'd get used to it, but that's a BIG thing. Most people never think about it, but imagine. What if someone came to you right now and said you could never eat anything else for the rest of your life and you can only drink blood. Now what do you do? Just think about it. In reality, the thought would really sicken practically everyone. Now, I can go on and on and on, but I'll end it there. Perhaps things don't sound so grand, hm? And yet, if you understand all that, I mean REALLY understand it, and can still acept it, then that's all right. God knows how long I've thought about these things. People are how people are. All creatures are how they are. We find a lion killed a gazalle and ripping apart its flesh and eating it raw perfectly fine. "A part of nature," we say. So, then, is this not part of nature?

Maybe it is a silly dream to hope for something to find me, after all, if you lived in this world, if you were one of these "magical creatures" why on earth would you trust a human? Though, I've never given up hope. Maybe someday... The future is full of mysterious things that no one can see. That's why we have these things called "hopes" and "dreams."

Till Next Time
~YinYang

The Beginning

Hello everyone (if anyone is even reading this). I just started this blog for the first time. I've never done a blog before. I actually got the idea watching a House episode and they were talking about blogging. I think it's really interesting having something to write some of my life down.

I recently saw the Alice in Wonderland movie and wow what a movie! I normally do go for actors and such (honestly, I only know like four actors/actresses names), but Jonney Depp is one of my favorite. And the Hatter... *squeal!!!!!!* Truely a masterpeice and work of art! Though, there is one thing I don't understand. I see it time and time again in hundreds of movies and books alike. Someone stumbles across an AMAZING world with AMAZING people in it; a world full of magic and mystery; things that I DREAM of, but then, at the end, THEY LEAVE! Why on earth would anyone leave?? I don't understand it! There's always the excuse of "oh, I have my beloved family and friends at home" and yaddah, yaddah, yaddah but I don't think that would cut it. If I would some amazing world beyond this one, I WOULD STAY! Absolutely, no questions asked. Even with that sense of danger and fighting on with my life on the line, I would stay. When you dream about these things as much as I do, it would really make no sense why anyone would leave. *sigh*

Till Next Time,
~YinYang