Journal Entry 50: Good JobPlayJournal Entry 50: Good Job by BlackinkMoonWolf
Play is playful,
A quest of journeys endlessly tasteful,
or with a friend,
Until every story is yours to bend,
Every moment relived is altered,
Every story left completed,
So that when it is done,
When we end our fun,
When all challenges are won,
We present treasures,
Found and weathered,
Back to the eyes of our royalty
Journal Entry 49: I SuspectI suspect I’ll die young,Journal Entry 49: I Suspect by BlackinkMoonWolf
I don’t imagine why,
It’s just plain and simple feeling,
It’s not horrifying, nor is it of wanting,
Just something that can be done,
I am satisfied with that,
So I’ll die young, but will I die alone?
Maybe, I don’t suppose so,
Not any need to bring someone with me,
Not really my choice though,
What will it be like after?
Will you miss those behind you?
Probably, if I can still feel,
It’ll be scary if I’m with my thoughts, but I think I’ll manage,
It’ll probably be more crowded than I think,
Hopes it’s not like a subway or city street,
I get lost easy,
But will you go soon?
I’m uncertain, maybe.
Hope everyone will manage with me gone,
Fortunately, it might be awhile,
No sense in preparing now,
If I do then it will be like I planned it,
Hope it’ll be ok.
Journal Entry 48: Frail Figure Glistening it was on the water,Journal Entry 48: Frail Figure by BlackinkMoonWolf
Almost unquenchable to thought,
How long would it remain?
The child didn’t answer,
How long till it withers?
The child just stared at it,
Snow froze it in winter,
Simmered it in summer,
But the child knew that,
It wanted to know where it went,
When eventually came,
Would it still be there?
This reflection, this self,
This rising and setting sun,
This black curtain and blurry stars,
This reflected sky.
Where does it go?
When I can no longer see it,
Does it follow me home?
When I wither, will it too?
This other self,
This encompassing reflection,
Will it stay with me and mourn my death?
Will you my other half?