InsaneJournal

Current mood:	cheerful
Entry tags:	feathers, fish, memory, music

Feathers!


Papa's mixing MAGIC. Papa's talking to [who are they? i can't see their faces] and then he smiles no i think so until they go away. They've left, they're gone outside/inside/outside/inside and i'm still here. In this house. In this house. In this house. Hand on a chair he's taking them off, they're peeling back, he takes the fingers puts them in a jar, puts the hand back down. i won't cry outside/inside/outside/inside i won't cry. i won't cry. i won't. There isn't a shadow a way out. The sun is gone. It's gone. It's gone.

{end private}

Everyone is sooooo nice! They all ask...about my fish. I feed them...kohgh all the time. Nix went away. HsssssI can't show him m-m-my feathers. All the feathers...like the eye-eyelashes of...the sun.

P-People are so...p-p-p-p-p-peculiar. One man fornicates...with chickens. One woman eatsss all the food. Everyone thinks keh...keh keh that fish fly. They don't have wings. Besides, my window's....closed!

Does...anyone like music?