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| 06-03-2000: A perfect world inside your head The bright morning sun is shining in a light blue sky. It's going to be a beautiful day. The grass is green, and a small river floats through the lands. I am sitting in the shade of a huge oak tree, looking out over the green hills covered with flowers. A little fairy swirls through the blue sky, happy to be alive, happy with this beautiful day. I am silently watching her as she flies higher and higher, toward the sun, until she is gone. The wind is playing a tune in the tree leaves. Looking up at these leaves and listening to the wind, I discover a dryad hiding from the bright sun between the leaves and branches of the tree. Our eyes meet, and a shy little smile enlightens her face. Then she is gone, she is the tree, the leaves, the branches. While I am still looking for the dryad, a tiger growls. Looking behind me, I can see him laying in the sun, being lazy. His deadly paws are stretched out, his tail swings back and forth, his eyes are closed as if he is sleeping. I sit back against my tree, smiling. So nice when you don' have to be afraid of anything. Everything around me can be trusted. The fairy and the dryad won't attack me, although they are not supposed to be known by humans. The tiger won't attack me, although he is a meat eater. I close my eyes, sit back in the sun, relax, and slowly fall asleep. The night is very dark, although a full moon and a lot of stars spread a little light over the hills. The brigh happy day has gone, night has come. Shadows are everywhere. Still lying under my oak tree, I open my eyes and look at the moon and the stars. The moon is big and thousands of silver stars are twinkling in the dark blue sky. In the distance, a werewolf howls, the smell of fresh blood in his nose. The hunt has begun. There is no reason to be afraid, for even if he would smell and kill me it would all be good. Looking at the moon and stars, a bat suddenly decides to leave the safe branches of the oak tree and spread it's wings. There he goes, looking for a prey on the dark ground. As I follow the little hunter as he flies away, I see a vampires face coming from behind a tree. Yes, his hunt has also begun. It is time for him to have a drink of fresh blood. He seems to be looking directly at me. That's ok, bite if you must. It' s all good, I think as I stare back at him. For some reason he decides to leave me alone. Fine with me. I just want to lay under this tree and look around me as the wonders of the night unfold before my eyes. |
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| 24-04-2000: A sad day It' raining. Big, cold drops od rain are falling down from a grey sky. The sun remains unseen, hiding it's face behind a dark grey veil of clouds. I am hiding from the cold rain under the old oak tree. It's branches are stretched out around and above me like it is trying to protect me from the cold, dark world outside. Tears are running down my cheeks. I feel sad, lost in a world that isn't mine, alone, unknowing. The only place I can hide is right here, in my own world under the oak tree. The tree knows. Somehow it feels my sadness and stretches it's branches around me. I crawl between the old roots and let my tears run free. Here I can cry without anybody wondering why, without anybody asking me questions. My feelings are mine. Only in my world I can let them out. Only here under my oak tree I feel safe enough. I bury my head in my arms and cry. The only other things I can hear are the rain pouring down, and the wind playing a soothing song in the tree leaves. When my tears dry, the rain stops. A tiny sunbeam breaks through the clouds and shines on the wet grass. The newly fallen raindrops light up in a sudden flame, shining in all the colours of the rainbow. Suddenly smiling over such beauty, the rain clouds part in the sky and the sun finally shines. |
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| 16-09-2000: Change of season Night changes into day, and the moon switches places with the sun. The changing of day and night goes on forever. Seasons are changing for as long as the world will exist. I don't know why I came back here, somehow I feel safe hiding in the roots and branches of this old oak tree. It's a beautiful after summer day. The leaves of the tree are starting to change colours already. The once green leaves are now turning bright yellow and dark red. Some of them are already falling off the branches on the ground around me and on my legs and shoulders. That typical autumn smell is in the air, a mixture of dying leaves, pine trees and an upcoming storm. Some people get depressed during this time of year. But for others, the fun starts with the falling of the leaves. At the foot of the hill two troll children are playing in the autumn sun. I can hardly see them playing in the grass because their skin and clothes are almost the same colour. I look at them laughing, having fun, throwinf leaves at each other. Above them, two butterflies are playing in the sky. The beautiful fragile creatures are dancing in the sky, swirling around each other like little whirlwinds. A fox runs swiftly over the hill, his red tale flowing behind him like a wave. His nose is up, I think he smells something. Graciously, he runs over the fields, fast. A soft wind starts to blow. The leaves are immediately picked up and spreaded out over the hills. The butterflies drift away in the direction of the wind. The hair of the troll children is blowing in the same direction. They laugh at each other and play along. They never seem to get tired. I can't do anything but smile over so much after summer happiness. I think I am just going to sit back and enjoy the beautiful autumn view from this oak tree. |