some how things are never up to me. most speak of me in third person. but nothing really bothers me. i just want to love myself.
my signatures engrave the foreign terrain, following in a somewhat delayed manner. i don't really understand what is happening, and i don't care too, but my eyes tell me something is prowling. the other horses, they are indifferent and slightly conservative. everyone is gray in demeanor, except a handful who appear to glow like neon in this odd ambience. tempers are turbid, i observe the hostility of this herd. it lingers in the air.
in doubt, my eyes peruse for those of written in red's, easily deciphering his crimson appareal. he looks the opposite of how i feel. i am disgruntled and confused. in herd behavior, i shy from these creatures, finding a comfortable stance parallel to written in red. i am silent for the moment, laconic in a lack of emotions. oracles, shaped as thorns hoist, perking to an apex, intent on these creature's affairs, but unduly discreet.
it is so quiet here. horses move with no sound, like the volume has been turned down. i choose not to use my chords, for i think it would disturb this unnatural pattern of silence.
ooc: i ran out of time, but lithy is back in acion. i also lost her layout, so i am using an old one. she doesn't really understand what is going on, but no one needs to explain to her, she'll figue it out.
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lithium
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i am a nothing to Written in Red
i have yet to inscribe my valentine
i have not yet pledged fealty to anyone
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i was her only friend.
mommy didn’t like me to play with her.
called her insane and a mutt.
she said she tried to kill herself.
suicidal, depressed. there were rumors.
i gave her the nickname lithium.
she reminded me of sunshine.
and she always was a dreamer.
even if her dreams were nightmares.
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