Hello. (nothingness) (bad apples) (sweaty palms) Ok. Writing is a little stiff at the moment, please excuse me and let me get accustomed to the activity as I have not practiced it in a quite a while. Birds, dragons, something goddamn deep, metaphors, HAPPINESS, oh my god I think it's working, followed by a relief. Hi. HAI.
Hello again, my name is Ocawon and I think my personality is defined by liking cats/data, being a geek and having childhood traumas. I also have a fondness for artistic things, say, a beautiful piece of sculpture that on the outside looks like a -- I don't know -- like a, look it doesn't matter. This is my introduction post and I can do whatever I want (within the rules of underground society, silly). There is a longing deep inside my mental physique that would absolutely adore to get on these forums and express some of the things that creep and haunt my waking dreams, every single sun and moon. I've had some troubles in the past to integrate into groups of... people. o|-< But I truly wish to change; I wish to retain the connections I acquire during my short life. Not because of selfish reasons, not because I'm scared of dying alone, but -- well I AM scared of dying alone, I guess you got me there, you. : (
But there is this part, this part of me that sings a song, a heavenly trumpet song in the dark lonely chasms along my axial synapses or whatever those things are up in that old magic skull. And that there part wants to contribute, to read and to write magnificent stories, to draw and to absorb the most red-green-blueish patterns. Other colors too. I cannot lie, the patterns call to me, they call to me SO MUCH. I -- but mostly all I want is for everyone to be ok, and if that's possible then maybe I can be ok too.
Thanks for reading, and I hope to meet you all with subtle excitement.
Hello again, my name is Ocawon and I think my personality is defined by liking cats/data, being a geek and having childhood traumas. I also have a fondness for artistic things, say, a beautiful piece of sculpture that on the outside looks like a -- I don't know -- like a, look it doesn't matter. This is my introduction post and I can do whatever I want (within the rules of underground society, silly). There is a longing deep inside my mental physique that would absolutely adore to get on these forums and express some of the things that creep and haunt my waking dreams, every single sun and moon. I've had some troubles in the past to integrate into groups of... people. o|-< But I truly wish to change; I wish to retain the connections I acquire during my short life. Not because of selfish reasons, not because I'm scared of dying alone, but -- well I AM scared of dying alone, I guess you got me there, you. : (
But there is this part, this part of me that sings a song, a heavenly trumpet song in the dark lonely chasms along my axial synapses or whatever those things are up in that old magic skull. And that there part wants to contribute, to read and to write magnificent stories, to draw and to absorb the most red-green-blueish patterns. Other colors too. I cannot lie, the patterns call to me, they call to me SO MUCH. I -- but mostly all I want is for everyone to be ok, and if that's possible then maybe I can be ok too.
Thanks for reading, and I hope to meet you all with subtle excitement.
