Journal entry N°21- Who's journal:
Halloween.
Halloween.
The day I love most besides Christmas.
Ever since I can remember I waited for Halloween to arrive like children wait for Santa and when it finally came, I didn't want it to end.
I always imagined what would it be to celebrate it 365/12, to dress up in a cool costume, go around the neighborhood filling your bag or plastic pumpkin with delicious candy and then head home with that heavy haul of chocolate and other sweet treats.
Now, what happens when Halloween is over?
For us humans, the morning after Halloween means hyperactive (or sick) kids, a messy house to clean up, a hangover (maybe, I dunno) and decorations that need to be removed for next year's party.
And then I think of them.
For them, the silent protectors of the city, the morning after Halloween means going back to the dark, back to hiding, away from the city lights and people, away from the laughter, away from children that last night played with them, away from their parents and their praising for such amazing "costumes".
It means going back to the shadows, back to their humble home and the heart crushing knowledge that they will never be accepted up there on any other day that isn't Halloween.
Always the "freaks" in the eyes of those who don't truly know them… always wearing the skin of a monster despite of their intelligence, their feelings and their noble, warrior spirit.
Always "disguised".
For them, disguising doesn't involve glittery fabrics, plastic devil horns, etc.
For them, disguising is not a fashion trend. It's an imperious necessity if they ever want to go outside during a normal day to buy groceries without giving someone a heart attack.
For them, Halloween is more than just an unofficial holiday; it's the day when they free themselves from baggy pants, oversized shirts, scarfs, hats and glasses.
It's the day when they can loosen up and be teenagers instead of ninjas. It's the day when they can be turtles. Still, they pass for humans.
But when that's over, back to the shadows they go.
… I think of the days when I wished I could live in an eternal Halloween, when I didn't want it to end, when I always imagined what would it be to celebrate it 365/12.
And then I think of them.
Suddenly the idea of an eternity in disguise doesn't sound so appealing anymore.
End of Journal entry N°21
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Happy Halloween everybody!
Hope you guys have a wonderful trick-or-treat night.
I wasn't feeling like writing a happy or terrifying Halloween story this year so I give you a bit of angst with some bittersweet feelings and unfairness towards our heroes in a half shell.
I'm evil.
I like it.
Now, about my ridiculously long "break"… the world doesn't know I'm still a kid and keeps giving me grown up problems.
I think I understand Leo even more with each passing day.
Sigh.