They say "life is a rollercoaster"
because it goes up and down and turns you around..
but when you're on a rollercoaster you can see the next turn coming
you can't do that in life..
I say life is like riding an unfamiliar horse, it thinks for it's self, and can be very stubborn.
My life has felt like I've been falling off a lot, but I'll have to get back in the saddle if I want to train my life to be okay.
Like a horse, after a couple of times being thrown off you learn to calm down before you mount up again.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
Dear Dani:
I love you, but you're a br*t.
I come over almost everyday,
I bring you food every time,
I stay awhile to pet you a lot,
and I've never hurt or spooked you,
so I don't understand why you did it.
Why did you kick me Dani?
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
I miss all my friends
(not just the human ones/versions)
I miss looking forward to every Thursday night
(now I just pray that they don't brag/tell me what I missed out on)
I miss everyone being okay with each other and laughing together
(the simpler times, the ones before things got complicated)
I miss Trym
(the clumbsyist thief ever)
I miss Lulu
(both the character and player)
I miss Dandilion
(even though he annoyed me)
I miss Sk'i'ki-rra (aka Skye)
(even though she became practically useless after she went insane)
I miss Feathan
(the best D&D party's 'Mom' ever)
I miss Garrick
(the fighter who always had my back)
I miss Alice
(even though she always needed protecting because her player was new to tabletop-RPGs)
I miss Bradley
(he was always the better Barbarian)
...
I miss them so much
I want to play again
and I want to say:
Thank you for teaching me how to play Dungeons and Dragons :)
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
They are like me.. yet different.
I never thought that I'd look at an animal and see my own soul.
They are spooked, as am I, when something unexpected happens.
They understand how
fragile humans can be.
I trust these horses, and I hope they will trust me sooner than later.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
"Boom!"
pretty colors explode in the sky;
the dogs whimper,
the human cries
because of PTSD
but this time it's not mine.
"BoomCrackleSnapSnap"
it sounds like artificial thunder;
from the backyard none of the colors can be seen but you still hear it.
I stand here with tears on my face
thinking, remembering, and crying.
'I can't help them..'
'I can't save them..'
'I want them here..'
these thoughts fill my head like a storm, the pain and regret explode in my chest, emotional fireworks...
..are the worst kind.
(for me)
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC