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Achaeron
Legacy Name: Achaeron


The Nightmare Montre
Owner: fly

Age: 14 years, 9 months, 6 days

Born: July 31st, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 9 months, 6 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 31st, 2009 (Legacy)

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Statistics


  • Level: 15
     
  • Strength: 38
     
  • Defense: 33
     
  • Speed: 24
     
  • Health: 23
     
  • HP: 23/23
     
  • Intelligence: 22
     
  • Books Read: 22
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Night Shift


first entry

i have decided
to put my thoughts to paper
in an attempt
to hold on
to the little
that I possess.

i believe
that a journal is to be kept
in clean, long
sentences
but
it seems only
right
that my words
should be as
fractured
as the drifting
motes of dust
that hold me
together.

i have decided
that all
i want now
is for someone
to know
that i once
existed.



second entry

today
i almost felt
the sun.

i almost felt
the light
passing through me
and the warmth
that could not seem
to reach my skin.

i am sick
of looking,
but never
touching.



third entry

last night
i thought
it would be nice
to sing
like i used to.

i drew in breath
and was startled
by the noise.

i was astonished
that i could still
make sound.

i realized
that i have not spoken
in two weeks -
and it never even
struck me
as odd.

i had no heart
for singing
then.



fourth entry

my hair
is almost gone.

it used to be
so long
it fell down my back
in a beautiful
tangle.

but now
it has almost all
gone up
in smoke.

i do not know
what this is called,
this fading.

i simply know
that i wish
to feel
wind
through my hair
again.



fifth entry

i thought of you
this morning, love.

it has been
many years
since i allowed
your face
into my mind's
eye.

it has been
many years
since i found
that i could no longer
feel your hair
under my fingers
or your lips
against my cheek.

our words
turned heavy
and took years
to cross the air
between us.

i do not blame
or seek
to torture myself
with thoughts of you,
i merely wish
that i might
send these words
across years
of wasted time
to remind you.

i want
to remind you
that there was never
a time
i did not
love you.



sixth entry

somedays
i wonder if this
was all a mistake.

i believed
that writing
would keep me
from feeling quite so
alone.

i believed
that if i wrote,
someone
might read it.

even if
i was gone
it would be like
a bond, a connection
across time
and space,
an affirmation
of my existence.

but now
i think that maybe
i am only writing
to myself,

and this thought
wounds me deeper
than our silence



seventh entry

my feet
no longer touch
the ground.

what am i now
but a bald
legless man
who is turning
into
a ghost.



eighth entry

i awoke
this morning
to butterflies.

i had drifted
into sleep
under the twisted yew.
when i opened my eyes
i was covered
in tiny blue
butterflies.

i have never seen anything
more beautiful
except perhaps
the dawn
on the curve
of my lover's back.

when i moved
they followed
and i
was a walking
mass of blue
glistening wings.

i have not felt
this feeling
in a long time.

i believe
that it is called
'awe'.



ninth entry

tomorrow
i do not think
that i will be able
to hold this pen.

i cannot feel
the smooth
shaft of the feather
but i can still
make it write.

but
when i went
to the door
i could not even
turn the key.

i have finally
realized
what it is
i fear most:
dying
does not
frighten me.

what keeps me up
is the thought
that maybe
in the end
i will simply be
a disembodied
soul
with no way
of connecting
to anything.



tenth entry

i do not know
whether to laugh
or cry.

last night
i dreamt of you
again.

i do not remember
the look on your face
or if you touched me.

what woke me
in anguish
was three words
said
in the sweetest,
softest voice.

"i
remember
you"

i think that maybe
tomorrow
i will be able
to vanish
without
fear.

Pet Treasure


Key of Secrets

Scarred Leather Record Book

Swan Feather Quill Pen

Pet Friends