bTitle:/b Madness in the Moon
brbAuthor:/b Drusilla1900
brbRating:/b PG?
brbDistribution:/b Archived at "I miss Prague...". If you want it, ask and thou shall receive.
brbDisclaimer:/b I have not used any characters that aren't mine, I was thinking of myself when I wrote this. It is just a coincidence that it sounds like Dru's POV.
brbNote:/b I wrote this the other day, when my writer's block faded for about 30 minutes and it reminded me of Dru, imagine her sitting at a desk with a pen in her hand, and blank piece of paper in front of her.
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If I wrote down whatever I was thinking, this page would be full of incoherent words and passages, phrases that make no sense.
My mind is a jumble, it tumbles from thought to thought. It moves from reality to a dark place of dreams and twisting images. Sometimes they weave together and sing songs to me, no one else hears it, but for me it is the most beautiful music that could ever be created.
And I dance.
I dance to the wind in the trees, to the dew on the evening grass, the sunset that sweeps across the sky as it lets the night take over. Then I have the Moon, oh the Moon that smiles at me, her beautiful whispers caress the stars and they breathe a deep sigh. They show their appreciation of her and I love it.
I feel what she feels, I know what she knows. She gives me her knowledge, and I am grateful.
She is the madness in me. And I am the madness in the Moon.
*End*
brbAuthor:/b Drusilla1900
brbRating:/b PG?
brbDistribution:/b Archived at "I miss Prague...". If you want it, ask and thou shall receive.
brbDisclaimer:/b I have not used any characters that aren't mine, I was thinking of myself when I wrote this. It is just a coincidence that it sounds like Dru's POV.
brbNote:/b I wrote this the other day, when my writer's block faded for about 30 minutes and it reminded me of Dru, imagine her sitting at a desk with a pen in her hand, and blank piece of paper in front of her.
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If I wrote down whatever I was thinking, this page would be full of incoherent words and passages, phrases that make no sense.
My mind is a jumble, it tumbles from thought to thought. It moves from reality to a dark place of dreams and twisting images. Sometimes they weave together and sing songs to me, no one else hears it, but for me it is the most beautiful music that could ever be created.
And I dance.
I dance to the wind in the trees, to the dew on the evening grass, the sunset that sweeps across the sky as it lets the night take over. Then I have the Moon, oh the Moon that smiles at me, her beautiful whispers caress the stars and they breathe a deep sigh. They show their appreciation of her and I love it.
I feel what she feels, I know what she knows. She gives me her knowledge, and I am grateful.
She is the madness in me. And I am the madness in the Moon.
*End*