Volia~ a new world about different stuff. I an't say the background came out right but I think it looks ok. SO this is the... whatever I anna write box got it. Like it, ignore it, your choice, right? So I will write things time to time on here, I do not know what at the moment but for now it is what it is. SO HA! Meow~

Kiddy grade is awesome!

ANyway I wanted to try and see if my playlist would work. I have four different ones but I'm only changing it every so often. I listen to music I blame youtube somewhat and videos,television,radio,and various things. So what kind of music do I like..... I don't know why - because I can't classify it very well. My cousin doesn't like my taste in music so, NAH, to him. Meow~

And apparently I can not find a way for them to work oh well I tried.

-Volcanicwolf

C3 hopefully you could see the whole one


In the publication it was too long to see the whole picture.

.Hack Quaterturn

Hehehe.Videos are awesome, no? I recommend HQ.

people (practice session)

Tales of the Mirror World

Each time I took a step, I always wondered where I'm going of corse I always knew the answer but now, that I'm here I'm not so sure.

It took place long ago,with a world full of mirrors. The mirrors had reflections of the oppisite of each side but with another mirror on its oppisite end, what was it truely showing? The oppisite of the mirror on the other side or the oppisite of what itself was showing? Not knowing is one thing but this was another. ONe person though found a way through the mirrors dynasty and broke them, to keep the world from crashing though,6 mirrors had to placesed around the world. All over this world many people have told fables of these mirrors and their capablities. One story stood out from the rest, it told about not just the hero of the story but all six mirrors,everything that warrior had to do, to protect us all from the devastastating happingings if he hadn't left his home to journey on his quest to protect everybody.Supposly each land carries a mirror but,within each mirror is something unkown, so many stories have been told that even than all and each one of the mirrors truths have been lied. So now in this day and, age only one story may hold the truth or everything has truely been a myth. Within each myth only the hero can hope to find one once of glimmering truth in it. Its up to the hero to save the world once again. Not the same hero or the reincarnation of the hero, it could even be the total oppisite of the first but a new hero shall rise and save this world, once needed. Again. Some tales say the hero shall fail while the others say the hero will succeed but at a price to pay.What will happen? Who knows for only time will tell. Tell us the stories of the past and future as well as the present.

-Continueation later Algerbra exam today-
. must write out profiles for some characters as well.
. Shall see yous later bye bye~

Tides of a dream.

I wish to dream my life
no matter what you say
I wont let you hold me
no not anymore
I want to be in the sky
with the stars and the sun
To find new places
To see whats up above
is there nothing else you can do?
WHy did you never mean to do.
Do you not listen?
I didnt say you didnt understand the pain.
I told you you dont understand what im saying
because all you did was say go calm down
all in the past years all I wanted to do
was cry my heart out
but no you only listened to your own words and yet here you are
again you say things that are lies
even when the doctor said it wasnt
you said it was
do you really listen?
I think you put things out of context.
I dont think you understand what your doing or whats happening around you,
or even if you do,
it feels like you think your the only one thats right sometimes.
It feels like sometimes you choose him over us.
Even if thats not true.
Thats how it feels.
Anytime he's here.
I want to go.
I want to fly away in the stars.
At lest than I could cry,
without being judged.
There's only one thing I wanted and that was for you to understand what im saying.
You cant deprive me of reality.
What's all around.
And yet you were succesful with your lies.
You say thier to protect,
but no it wasn't,
all it did was hurt more.
More and more.
All I ever wanted to say was
"I love you"
to my mother.
And yet nothing changed even than after.
I cried they stared.
She tried not to listen and says
go to your room
go calm down
go read a book,
with my eyes they cried a crown
yet still you never knew what was in front of you.
You ignored what was there.
YOu ignored me,
how
and
what
I wanted to do.
I don't even think you know what I like sometimes.
BEcause your not listening to me half the time.
Did you know I'm hiding?
By not talking?
Like animals even though we do not speak the same,
they still have feelings too.
Yet you treat like someone who's just living woth you.'
Maybe thats all it is than...
An unhappy realationship.
Yet I am, and you dont believe.
BElieve that I can fly.
Fly high in the sky.
To the stas, I'll cry teardrops from eyes.
I'll cry.
I'll cry without a worry or fear.
Above the great vally of wind.
The wind will carry away the tears,
from all my past lifes.
Fom each action I pull.
You pull harder than the wind.
And I'll tug that pull.
I'll try and make it backfire.
But when even if I succeed why does it feel like nothing has changed?
I still feel this geat big hole?
OR is it sorrow?
I do not know.
It feels like I can't do anything for this time being to make it change without making it feel worse
So should I continue you do what I have been doing?
Or change compleatly?
IN rality I am not what I seem,
maybe thats why it feels like a dream.
But even in this dream,
even if i told you my realself,
it would still feel like a dream,
in this reality.
I wish to fly,
to fly high into the sky,
and let the wind blow my tears away.
Drying them away.
BUt I still what I am,
I want to be loud as loud as my mind,
and stand out of the sky,
and give a big cry.
Yet all you said awas to calm down.
You made no sense.
I think you think what I was doing was nonsense.
I am a child compared to the world.
We all are but chirldren to the world.
IN reality, this world,
this world is our mother.
It has the most scars,
it bares with them everyday.
And yet we're the ones to complain.
Do you ever listen when the wind calls your name?
Listen to it caarefully.
And tell me what you hear.
Listen to the calls of the wind.
the scars in a vally,
being pricked awat one step at a time. Listen to the word of the world.
See how far you understand.
Very little or very far?
Seethe sky above do yo see the moon?
What cresent is it in?
Can you compare and contrast?
If so you dont understand.
All thats fake,
all thats real.
CAn you truely compare and contrast?
PLease understand.
I wish to fly high above the great sky.
See the stars,
see the sky
see above,
see below,
see all around including the middle.