7000 Thousand!

Sorry about the last journal, I was emotional and had to rant... thank you for your kind words, you guys mean a lot to me. I maintain many Internet friendships that I care as much as my IRL ones... so sorry for acting all stupid back there.

I also thank you for the 7000 views! Wow! If you came to me six months ago saying I'd be here now I would have not believed you. Actually, one year ago is when I first saw the first bronies (they popped up on TWC), and if you had told me I;d be art of this fandom I'd have been very dubitative.

But, here we are, that's how the big potato rolls.


I need to finish off the prologue... I'm so close yet so far atm...

Sometimes you squint and see the string that hold up our delicate dreams, little silver strands, tensing and toiling their length to hold things of which you've never told. Running secrets and made up things, only suited for non existent kings. So sometimes these little string, though tough, do break and release the dreams. They fall, they tumble, down the air and then, lightly, crash, as you despair. You see what meant to you fall and die, a million pieces that make you cry; and so you do. You cannot lie. But that's when it dawns upon you that, maybe, all the dreams are never truths, but little whispers in our selves that bring us down imaginary roads to cities that glimmer in the platonic shine of impossibility. You see them far, diamonds shining on the horizon till they are destroyed by the hordes of truth and the meteors of reality. And, so, standing on the plain you finally realize and regret; move on and forget, and live on your life.