spacey's realm

It is a hole of greenery where sings a river

Madly clinging to the grass of silvery

Rays; where the sun, from the proud mountain,

Shines: it is a little vale foaming with rays

A young soldier, mouth open, naked head,

And the nape of his neck bathing in the cool blue watercress,

Sleeps; he is laying in the grass, under the skies,

Pale in his green bed where rains down light

Feet in the gladiolus, he sleeps. Smiling like

A sick child would smile, he is taking a nap :

Nature, craddle him warmly: he is cold.

The fragrances do not make his nostrils shiver;

He sleeps in the sun, hand on his chest

Why is she laughing

I look around and it's the same room, the same furniture, the same screen, the same game, the same everything. And she's laughing.

I don't want her to laugh

Things are like always but also different at the same time. The same feelings, the same surroundings, the same way of thinking, the same weather. She's still laughing.

Stop laughing

I don't know who she is, I don't know what's happening, I don't know what to think, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say, I don't know how to react. But I know that sound, and I know it's not real, and I know I want it to stop.

These aren't your people

These aren't my people

Very Cool and Nice

Support system

Big Fun with them

Never lonely when you hang out

Unconditional love

Cons of having friends :

Everyone scrambled up, boarded up the windows, the doors, any and all opening that could have been a breach. Soon, all communications were made impossible and the world fell deathly silent, save for the pounding of the storm on the roofs and walls and pavement.

It kept on for days and weeks and it somehow kept getting worse and worse until, finally, the world found its voice again, little by little. The howling wind turned into a softer cry until it was reduced to a calm whisper. The leaves softly rustling. A ray of sunshine. The blue of the sky.