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It can be the smallest spark of kindness from one furnace that can lead to an inferno for another. Something so insignificant for someone can change the outlook of another. It is something that is always said but not always acted upon. So simple in speech yet so hard to put into practice.
You know, the world isn't built for night owls. Often I find myself tiptoeing around my house late at night doing the things that 'normal people' do during the day. Not that the tiptoeing helps, seems as though everyone I live with just happens to be a light sleeper. Also if you are someone who likes to order out because of convenience and also to diversity your meals well tough luck, oddly enough ordering food or sitting in a cafe at three in the morning is virtually impossible, unless it's a weekend and the place you wanna try takes advantage of the party crowd, this is even harder since we've moved to the boonies. Anyways, things that seem to just work so much better when the world goes dark and I am left to do the quiet and my brain isn't overwhelmed. Something that none of my family seems understand, apparently day time functionality is something that just comes easy to people, who knew? Some of my favorite late night productive activities include laundry, reading, running, eating my meals for the day, catching up on all of the latest binge worthy shows, drawing, the list goes on but those are my top hits. I mean really, just take what you do during the day a plop it into my nighttime timetable. I've tried the whole force yourself to be a morning person thing but unfortunately it just doesn't work like that. They've even done research on it, you are one or the other and that's that, you are stuck in an empty pit of being on your own and living on a different planet then the other people in your life. That made it sound worse then it is, it really isn't all that bad, but sometimes you just get lonely. Especially when you live on in a farmhouse a good 20 minutes from the city, sometimes it's just a little too quiet for my personal liking, my family just moved out here 6 months ago and I am still not used to the stillness of farm life. That being said I do love being able to see the stars every single night, a luxury that city people do not know. My parents decided to ship us out here because they decided city life is just too easy, they want us to learn some responsibility, to make things with our own two hands, and to make a giant garden as a family like their parents did with them. I appreciate the sentiment one hundred percent, I agree that things do come almost too easy now a days however I did not love the idea of moving to somewhere that if a murderer decides to come kill you and your family there is no one around to hear you scream or a door to knock on that could save your life. That's just the over thinker in me though. If I was really worried I mean, I would not be going for midnight runs up and down our one and a half mile long road. One night after my run I nearly had a heart attack when I heard something fall in our red barn, but being the brave human I am I decided to go investigate. When I swung open the door I was surprised to suddenly see some sort of night owl flying straight at my face. I fell backwards and honestly thought I bruised my tail bone but then just laughed to myself 'one night owl scaring the other.' I am definitely the comedian of the family. Now I often look for the night owl, knowing that they are the only other being on this farm that understands me.
It is said that the Sun comes and visits the Moon on the wings of a barn owl. They were lovers once, of course, before the Old Gods decided that one had to rule the world of day, and the other rule the world of night.
Fool A person who acts unwisely or imprudently; a silly person. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• A little over two yrs ago I was in this weird situation with a guy. A situation where I kept trying to prove myself worthy. The harder I tried, the more I failed. The more I tried to prove my worth the more I fucked up.
Part two Kassidy gets back home and is so happy to be alone. She unlocks her door and is startled by her neighbor. “You were out late,” announced Warnaby
Some of us like to be known by what we have done or by who we were before. As if that would make us any better than the rest. Sure, high school popularity means a lot, but that's just it, high school, nothing else. As soon as you leave that horrible place, it's all different. You are just as normal as the next person who walks by. Luckily, high school came and went and so we passed on to college. That's where my story begins.
“Up you go!” I strapped my 2-year-old daughter into her car seat and tucked a blanket over her. “Next stop is Grandma and Grandpa’s!”
Ah, the year. The year itself is such an odd unit of measurement. A year itself lacks no significance, and yet at the end of one we all feel the need to shed our former selves and morph into something new, preferable, less loathsome than we were in the past. I do not care for that. I no longer wish to earn the envy of my peers or climb the ranks of my society.