Prakriti

From now on I'll be using delizia.

I'll probably use this for other things like writing and private entries, so it won't be going bye-bye. But please add my new journal to your friends list. =)

So what would you say if I told you I was drifting
Park to park in the night
Still wearing my flip flops
Still freezing my poor toes?

Would you be surprised, maybe?
Would you pity me my remembrance?
Am I deluding myself again?
Tell me that you told me so.

Lost courage
Found self
Lost hope
Found purpose
Lost self
Found courage
Forge ahead, ahead, ahead.

Y'all know I don't usually do these survey/meme/chain-letter-esque things, so I was hoping you'd give me a break and let me do one, since I think this one is particularly cool and intriguing. Anyway, you know the drill by now. Please respond. =D

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Anything.

A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like.

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When the sun goes down, you begin to lose hope. When you try to drive back to your house, only to be turned back by flares and police, you realize that they've surrendered up your house to the inevitable. And you know that, as you go back to your borrowed house and try to sleep, that there will be men and women fighting a futile battle to protect the homes of people they will never know. People they care nothing about.

You begin to be afraid, when before you were confident that your house was safe. You try to distract yourself, with friends, and board games, and television... But in the back of your mind, you wonder, is your house all right? Will it burn down during the night? Will the things you did not take be lost to the inferno that burns even now uncontrolled?

Will your life be changed forever by this night? Or will the only change be the experience, and you will be able to come back to your life, waiting for you, pristine in a windows-shut house?

You have the urge to kneel, and bow your head, and lift up your hands and say, Do right by me, providence. Do right by me.

Stuff's still burning in my community, but I don't think it's going toward my house right now... So this is good... Yeah, I'm not at home, so I'm not in physical harm. But my house could get burned, especially if the wind changes.

But I'm okay! And so is my family, and my doggy! Yay!

;_; I'm really freaking out now because the news says that the fire has reached the street right behind our canyon... And if the canyon catches fire...

Bahhhh.

We evacuated and are now at my friend's house... We're watching the news, and I actually saw one of my friends' houses burning, and I know two people who live on a street that they said had caught flames... And Liz's house is in an area that they said caught fire...

Luckily it's still across a major street from my house. But when I was there, I saw flames, and I was like, okay, it's time to leave... So... yeah. Ack.

Holy shit, there's a huge brushfire burning right close to my house... And there are fucking Santa Ana winds... The sun is crimson from the flames and smoke and ash are billowing everywhere... They're starting to evacuate my area.

Fuck. This is scary.

Woot! SAT's today. Just one thing to say: I totally smacked that bitch up. =P Yeah, anyway. *knocks on wood*

( My mythological form.Collapse )

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.