#starvoid rambles

This is a message to our body

Sometimes I really like being short and built like a grunge twink because I can get into small spaces and people come get me when something has fallen down a small gap and need me to stick my hand into Unknown Territory and it's always funny to see people go :O when I Extend to Grab something high up and can actually reach it

Our friend and roomie has been celebrating Leda today and been playing celtic music for the past two-three hours while their gods are subtly waging psychological war on us because the three main fronters today include a norse, an aethiest and a "I'm trying to figure out what Christianity is about"

Do you miss the colour that the skies used to be before it got dark? Do you miss that faint glimmering light you once saw while so close to the restful sleep? Do you remember the myriad of stars you saw in that small room, in the pitch black, when you screamed and nobody came? Do you remember under the school, in the hall, where the dirt was wet and cold and the voices were hushed? Do you miss the colours you saw before sleep, before eyes were darkened with grief and pain, before you could breathe without pain?