Um Hello?
Perhaps you'd let me introduce myself...I am now a part of your mind...

I think...
I dream...
I am you...
You is me...

Perhaps you'd look to converse with this other thought of yours...I am a simple thought, not another person...just those voices in your head...the voice you call your thoughts.

So again...Hello?

DEAR PILLOW ONCE MORE,

Last night you informed me of a rapid growth in my drawing skills yet I do not see the evidence. I tried repeatedly to redraw the strange creature I had done in my dream with my physical hand with no avail. What is it with you giving me false motivation? My hand is aching with all the extra sparks from smashing my feather into my palm in frustration. I bent three of the because of you, hope your happy....

I am now aware of the color of water. It isn't as blue as everyone thinks...it is more a delicate rusty purple that shimmers when touched into billions of ripples. If you delve deeper into this purple you will see the different shades of blues and greens that make it up...If you go even deeper you will see the base shade : A coral pink.

I am now keenly aware that others are quite rude when it comes to scars. During my sad moments I had used my own skin as a canvas...I am intensly sad at the moment for no one had defended me in class. Yes, I know I was being dumb...Yes I was weak...But I beat it...Why can't anyone see this?

The father was secretly a bee himself.

His son was adopted.

He took off his disguise.

It was made out of dandolion and fern.

He went on an amazing adventure.

It was to a kitchen.

To kill all the forks.

The End.

(Or is it?)

Dear, PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTSFROMTHEDAY...

The dark is becoming a part of me....And I am becoming increasingly scared of this growing development. I spend more and more time doing homework for my ART'S DEFENSES class. You see, it consists of me using my favorite drawing utencil (my crimson feather of course) and the dark to draw vast pictures with different colors that derive from my mentality. The effort to change blue to green lately has been quite draining. I am barely seeing colors straight anymore. I yearn for Mrs. Petrocilioni to give me a break but her upside down smile doesn't allow it. I am trying to create weapons in order to defeat the mighty creativity block but my fingers are sore and my soul is stained with black. It is as if the darkness was becoming a liquid...A infinite sea of black that pours into my mouth streaming into my veins. My friends are telling me I look pale. I may have to ditch class for a few days...(even though I have never done it in my life). Nah, I couldn't. I love art way too much to give it up.

Instead I have figured a solution. I am going to light the lavander candle my mother gave me before she left. She told me it would never burn out as long as I keep feeding it a drop of water from underground. I have discovered in the "MYSTERY COURTYARD" behind the school there is a well that draws water from lake MCklememe.

I hope this is the light I need...And it is a lovely thought knowing I have a part of family with me. It gets so lonesome sometimes, when you focus on school and barely leave your room to talk. Maybe someday someone will return one of my paper airplanes with a little hello....

@scliph Should be the next candidate for Student of the Month. I believe so because she is on almost everyday, interacts with others, and is a consistant kind student of Psychic High School. ^ ~ ^

Today is a lovely day for doing homework underground eh? I love the school's swimming pool. The fact that they have water that doesn't make you wet is amazing! I am so intrigued by the fact of sitting at a desk underwater. I even made a friend who looks almost like a clown fish. I named him Nemonster, but Nemo for short. This is a nice change from my lonely dorm room despite the lavander candle. It smells nice but it eventually spirals into my dreams turning my dreamscapes purple.

I wonder why many others do not come here. I can feel the cool water kiss my skin and run its fingers through my hair. I deeply enjoy the silence it brings with the small sounds of little transparent fish fluttering around playing games. My favorite animal down their is the lovely Jelly fish. The way they trail their long silky web-like tentacles through the water is like ribbons tied to a pole on a windy day. Of course Nemo will be my most most favorite. Also my drawing is much more enhanced inside here. The colors become vibrant and more vivid among the pale blue standing out. I once snuck down here in the middle of the night and noticed the darkness inside here was not sad or suffocating. It was beautiful.

I am going to ask the headmaster if I can change dorms to one like this. Filled with oxygen blended water that doesn't get you soaked to the bone. It is like the sky brought down all around me. I pray "Yes" is the answer.

I may not be able to send paper airplanes however, but I promise i'll figure out a way to call for friends. I want a friend, a human or monster or ghoul or any student...Nemo is a kind companion, but all he does is blow bubbles and give me a seashell from who knows where time after time. I would like someone to talk to...I will send a paper airplane tonight.

I am now more aware that the dawn hesitates to rise sometimes. Last night I had stayed up practicing this new art technique Mrs. P had assigned to me. I was so lost into it I didnt realize it was morning until the sun peeked shyly over the horizen. I watched as his eyes opened sleepily while he lifted himself into the sky. The peculier thing that happened was that he paused, for just one moment before continuing his majestic awakining. I wonder if the sun hesistates because he is sad of what earth is becoming or if he was just more tired then the usual. Ether way we should plant more trees and maybe draw a mural of the dawn. I think he would enjoy the present very much...

Must be lonely being a sun, when his only friends (the moon and the stars) are at the opposite ends of the earth. I'll start lending him little compliments and add him to my list of friends.

LIST OF FRIENDS
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+Nemo
+dustbunnies
+Sun *scribbles a doodle of a sun here*

Ahhh, it's no big deal. You deserve it! I sent a paperplane filled with cute box stickers I had drawn. Maybe you'd like to keep a memory of the little guy who had disturbed you for a while. ;) But anyways, I was wondering...Where did you originally come from? And what is your legal birth age? I'm 17 legally, but I feel like my soul is older then the body it resides in. Sorry for all the questions...*Shyly smiles* You just are a curosity. I am fascinated by the way you think.