~Kem
"wow, u got a LOT of stuff!" Raven exclaims as i land and let my Shadow Goods be brought 2 light. we always call it Shadowing when i make things part of my shadow, Lighting or Brought to Light when i expose them, and the actual objects we call Shadow Goods. just some lingo 4 u 2 know. i grab the sketch pad and pencil pack and walk into Silver Wolf's den. we call it a den cos it's always dark except 4 the light filtering through a dusty old window that can't b seen though. I walk over 2 him and he looks up at me. I smile and hand him the pad and pencils, and he smiles very slightly and blinks.
“no problem, Silver.” I sit next 2 him on the bed and see his sketch pad. “may I...?” he nods slightly and I grab it and carefully open it. A perfect picture of our braking-down cabin from just over the hill...as I flip through I see a pattern on the left he always has the good, on the right he twists it and makes it dark and cold. The cat, for example, was perfectly drawn and kinda cute on the left. On the right he made it viscous and frightening. One of many examples. After I finish I put it back on the bed. “those are awesome!” I exclaim. He looks at me and smiles, blinking. “no problem lil' dude.” I smile back and get up, messing up his hair slightly with my hand b4 walking towards the door. I take one step and he grabs my jacket. I look back at him and he's looking straight up at me. I smile. “wanna come out?” he blinks and slowly nods, reaching out his hand. I grab it gently and we slowly walk out as I realize how small and fragile hie is. I also realize how much he reminds me of a much younger me...and I realize everything's changed....i look over at the crow sitting in the window...and slowly zone out.
"wow, u got a LOT of stuff!" Raven exclaims as i land and let my Shadow Goods be brought 2 light. we always call it Shadowing when i make things part of my shadow, Lighting or Brought to Light when i expose them, and the actual objects we call Shadow Goods. just some lingo 4 u 2 know. i grab the sketch pad and pencil pack and walk into Silver Wolf's den. we call it a den cos it's always dark except 4 the light filtering through a dusty old window that can't b seen though. I walk over 2 him and he looks up at me. I smile and hand him the pad and pencils, and he smiles very slightly and blinks.
“no problem, Silver.” I sit next 2 him on the bed and see his sketch pad. “may I...?” he nods slightly and I grab it and carefully open it. A perfect picture of our braking-down cabin from just over the hill...as I flip through I see a pattern on the left he always has the good, on the right he twists it and makes it dark and cold. The cat, for example, was perfectly drawn and kinda cute on the left. On the right he made it viscous and frightening. One of many examples. After I finish I put it back on the bed. “those are awesome!” I exclaim. He looks at me and smiles, blinking. “no problem lil' dude.” I smile back and get up, messing up his hair slightly with my hand b4 walking towards the door. I take one step and he grabs my jacket. I look back at him and he's looking straight up at me. I smile. “wanna come out?” he blinks and slowly nods, reaching out his hand. I grab it gently and we slowly walk out as I realize how small and fragile hie is. I also realize how much he reminds me of a much younger me...and I realize everything's changed....i look over at the crow sitting in the window...and slowly zone out.
chasing butterflys,
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked by most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked by most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?