Sigh...Don't you know that it's okay to fall into the sea?Sometimes you're just swallowed up, no need to break yourself freeThey say it hurts to give up, 'cause it's something they've never doneThey've never fallen from the light, gone days without a sun.When you're already under and the tide's still dragging you down,Why fight? You'll only be torn asunder, and there's such peace when you drown.Fall into the inky depths, don't fear the darkened sea.There are no monsters there that don't already live in me...
How to Get to the MoonFox frantically ran through the woods looking for his friend. "Raccoon!" He yelped. "Raccoon!!" He spotted Raccoon rifling through a trash can and sprinted over. "Raccoon!" He gasped as he drew near. "You'll never guess what's happening! It's so exciting!"Raccoon sighed. He'd only had an hour of peace from Fox's hyperness, and now he had to put up with it all through lunch? He turned and glared at Fox, already knowing that he would be dragged along to see this "exciting" thing, no matter what he said. Still, nobody ever said he couldn't finish lunch first."Do you mind?" He snapped. "I am trying to eat here."Fox stopped yelping and looked abashed for a second. "I know
" he whined, flattening his ears against his head in the most ingratiating way, "but-""No buts." Raccoon growled, and turned back to his trash can. Apparently the owners of the trash can had had a picnic earlier. There was a half-eaten chicken leg, and some blueberries, and the most amazing looking chocolate donut
The Mask IIThey tell me that to wear a mask is no bad thing.No horrible tragedy or disgusting flaw.It's just something that happensTo all of usAnd no one can escape it.For some reason my mind rebels against this notion.I have a friend (yes, it's always a friend) whose parents are getting divorced.I won't tell you who it doesn't matterI won't tell you why that also doesn't matterAll that matters is that it happened.And now she wears a mask.A mask of happiness, yes, but one all the more hurtful because of thatShe laughs and cries in the same breath, and tries to pass the tears off as signs ofhappiness.But I know better.I've seen her without the mask.I've seen it growing, as she grew and her troubles mounted.I offered her my help if I could, but she didn't notice.That might have been because I was hiding behind my own maskThe mask of social nicetiesThe one that says, no matter what, if they don't tell you what's wrong than nothing'swrong!But that's also a lie.Onc