Lately I've been working on a whole huge sketchpad devoted only to my inner worlds. I've got pencil, colored pencil, and even some watercolor stuff in it! I'm still working on the section for Firivia now. I haven't had a lot of time for writing lately but I was listening to Adam Lambert's "Mad World" and this just came to me...



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Listen to the song “Mad World” by Adam Lambert While you read this. (It's on Youtube) Explanation at bottom....

She shyly steps out into the clearing. The pale glow of the moon illuminates the whole area. She looks up slowly, her pale colorless irises seem almost tan in this strange luminescence. She steps lightly on one white ballet slipper, raising her other foot up to her knee. The soft strains of music began to take control of her as she spins slowly. She places her left foot back on the ground and raises her arms above her head, fingertips meeting in the lightest of touches. She pirouettes once then bows. Her arms fall down to her sides and she slowly raises her right leg out to the side. Her fingertips touch her toes once, then she lets her leg down swirling straight into a series of slow twirls. The music pulses through her veins, her heartbeat slows to match the beat of the music. She dances with the music as she feels herself growing cold. The tips of her fingers and toes no longer exist.
She kneels down and touches the ground with the senseless fingers of her left hand, the right arm arching gracefully above her head. She rises slowly and skips across the clearing on numb feet. Her grace even in this numbness is exquisite. Every movement of her body is matched perfectly with the music. She points her right foot out in front of her, and bows at the waist; non-existent hands clasped in front of her. She spins, she twirls, she bows, she leaps, she flies, she dances. Her limbs have no feeling at all now. The cold has claimed them. The moon watches the little white figure dance with interest.
Her torso is becoming cold now, her limbs however, remain no less responsive than when with full feeling. The cold circles her slowly beating heart, trying to decide when. Her eyes are so pale, even the usually cobalt black pupil is a smoky grey. She leaps lightly through the air, not able to even see or feel where she will land. But she knows. Her right foot barely touches the ground before it has spun herself around once and she is losing all her senses.
She has lost her balance and collapses slowly back in a cloud of lace onto the moonlit grass. She looks up at the moon which is now simply a glow in the dark with no shape or form, and smiles. The cold closes itself on her heart and it stills. Her eyes close, and she is gone.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out places
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find hard to say
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello Teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find hard to say
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world....


I know it prolly annoys you to have the lyrics there, but I love um, so anyway... this story is basically a Healer girl dying. Healers give up most of their energy when they heal a person; and it's kind alike a computer battery. It recharges, but every time you use it all up, it loses some of it's energy permanently. That's why a Healer's normal life span is about 20-25 years, though ones working in hospitals full time to help with the more serious patients have a shorter lifespan of 15-19 years. This girl knew she was dying so she simply danced herself to sleep. She, actually was pretty young, about thirteen, maybe I should figure a story out for her... that's pretty young to die... hm... Anywho, I hope it wasn't too morbid, I just really like this one... please COMMENT SO I KNOW YOU READ IT!!!!!!