Cage in a Cave

"Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave
It was sort of a privacy place, When he'd go there nobody could find him

Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave, and he'd go there to be alone
He'd paint a picture, he'd comb his hair
Anything to relieve his depression

Fletcher Christian, he'd go to his cave when he needed to be alone "
-"Cage in a Cave" lyrics by Rasputina

Indeed, just like Mr. Christian, I have been a true hermit myself for these past months.
The dark grass my bed, the freshly dug cave my house.
Birds and spiders my friends.
The distinct panther's cry my night companion.
Flowers and twigs now scruffily embroider my hair.
Awaken by the sun. Going to bed at dusk.
I spend my time embellishing the cave's walls; painting some new friends onto it.
Life has certainly been delightful. I couldn't possibly ask for more.

Still, it was only so long before I felt like reinserting myself back into society. Therefore, I came back to my family house and my relatives. I can't say they weren't thunderstruck when they saw me knocking on their door. I reckon the dried flowers, twigs and spiderwebs tangled in my then mane-like hair didn't make the best of impressions.
Perhaps, it was my 'Hello, Mother and Father' growl they didn't quite understand... ( ´ A `U)

Either way, here I am again. Hair washed and face wiped. No dried flowers to be seen.
I feel almost human again!
...Good thing I still remember how to use the silverware...!
...and the computer, as you may have already noticed! (*￣▽￣)ノ☆

So, how have you been, dearest followers? Any exciting summer stories you'd like to share with me?
Tell me!
I promise I still am 100% civilized & won't bite/growl at you! d(*＾-＾*)b

Forest romancing

In front of Saint Peter's grave.
Go back, go back once more and hide. Crawl back down.
Dig a hole so deep you can fit inside. Og skjul.
Be out in the grass, become a dark mess.
Shall I live in there? Cover it with flowers and leaves. Nobody will see.
Will everybody forget?
If mother ever forgot about me...
...I just hope she won't pour boiling water down the hole.
Dig down once more.
Flowers and water and leaves for your dorogoy home.
Water-love is out in the grass.
A medieval burial.

; u ; ♥
Can you tell I am utterly happy and, in love with life, once and for all?
That is the atmosphere lived in my beloved backyard. Butterflies come and dance with me.
And fishes come for a jog by the trees.
Everything is Perfect.

Them Holy

As I climbed the highest peak, words couldn’t identify myself no more.

A beautiful image came to my sight. Their whole world is made of golden.

They have beautiful black glazzies, and bleeding white rots.

And they feed off of misery. They speak to me in languages I can’t understand.

Da ehj toiç o vouijah trull oon desthad?

Blood starts to pour down my nose.

It is so beautiful, words cannot express.

From the highest tower she fell. And as she hit the floor, a raw sound awoke us all.

Heard their cries for Vendetta.

Soh vouijah oh troll andist noh!

Where am I now? What have I done? Please, someone help me go back.

Their cries in excitement make me go numb. Their beautiful horns shine with the moonlight.

Daas ehn taj sihka hilken!

I don’t want to go back. Beauty is everything that meets the eye.

Did you know she was their bride? We will never see her again. And light possessed her soul. Words cannot express.

They are the most beautiful yet to know. Oh, Sitjah, your dream, has it even begun?

Tears start to fall down. My eyes started to bleed.

What were we thinking? They are the most beautiful creation. They have got everything we need. Please save me, please. Ah, their holy voices as they govoreet. That is all I can hear, and finally, I’m feeling comfortably numb.

They may feed off of me now. It is a very blessing to even be considered. Oh, Sitjah, your dream, has it even begun?

Please save me. All I see is golden. Golden and blood.

We may go through a transfiguration. But in the end, they are all I’ve seeked for.

Finally, golden and blood, golden and blood.

I am Illuminated.

Blessings and Blue

I saw a white tiger, walking in my backyard.

And he came, and he passed by, but he never noticed me.

As he passed by the stairs I heard him singing. And I saw him dancing. And his body was white as the snow, and lighther than water, and graceful like the wind.

As I walked closer, a little twig broke and he stared right at me. His refulgent blue eyes, brighter than the sky. I found the promised blessings then. The gifts everlasting. I found true joy. And I found sanctity.

And the tiger rised to the sky. And he was then gone.

It was a new bliss. It was a new mistake. There’s a cage in the skies, there’s a man inside the cage. He’s asleep now, but he’ll wake up soon.

His refulgent blue eyes won’t stare back at me anymore.

Bleeding Trees

I am sorry I am still sad.
I am sorry I am always down.
Did I put myself down like that?
Perhaps I never noticed how pathetic I trully was. Until I heard what I heard.
I don't like being this way.
I don't like being myself.
I wish I were better, and I wish I were worthy.
I am always sad. I am always apathetic.
I am always talking about myself.
I am sorry for this.
Please, excuse my stupidness.
Please, forgive my hunger for attention.