Sunday, February 22, 2015

Not The End.

Today is the day.

I finally get to go visit my lost sister.

I've been investigating her existence ever since my parents told me of her. She has moved around from asylum to asylum mainly where ever our family has been.

After I located her on the inter-webs, I searched in greater depth in the country records for each city my family had moved to over the years.

She was described as quite and normal, but lacked social skills and the ability to comprehend any form of language.

I wanted to meet her and I knew for a fact that she was only a few blocks away.

I grabbed my bag and attempted to walk out of my apartment calmly. I practically raced down the stairs and out the door.

I still couldn't believe today was the day.

After walking past the retirement home and the children's home I saw the asylum creepily looming over me. Pausing for a second and taking a deep breath, I walked inside.

There was no line at the front desk. A cranky lady asked me my purpose and I explained to her that I was here to meet my sister for the first time.

"Her name is Lexi. Lexi Star."

The woman walked away and I heard her flip through some filing cabinets. I noticed a name plate on her desk. It read "Gretchen Villous".

Gretchen Villous came out from the cabinets and set a large stack of files down in front of me. She informed me that I could have the files for a three days and then I needed to return them.

I didn't understand why I needed the files, though I was mildly curious to see what other information they contained about Lexi.

I asked her what room I could find Lexi in. That is when the lady began to look somber.

She said " you're not allowed to meet with Lexi today"

I asked why but she just mumbled and walked away.

I was tempted to go on an adventure in the insane asylum and locate my sister. The only problem was... I didn't know what she looked like.

I settled for the papers. I would read them through and through. Memorize every section and know as much as I could about my little sister.

But this was not the end. I would return.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

An Innocent Fire

I could smell the fires before I saw them.

 The dirt swirled through the air as I stepped out of the Dreamwood lobby. I began walking towards the fountain in the middle of the street.

There was a fire, but many people were huddled around it, so I continued walking. I walked around for a solid thirty minutes ambling about the streets.

 Finally, I noticed a fire that stood by itself. I walked over and sat next to it watching the smoke blow away, up into the night sky.

 I slowly began to drift off into a haze of thought... though the fire did have a strange smell...similar to when they found drugs in the chemistry room at my high school. But who would put weed in a fire?

Well, I felt pretty good...make that really good, so there must not be a problem. As I sat on the cold ground, I pondered how to contact my "new" sibling.

I began thinking about the yellow pages and government records, but after a little while my thoughts became slightly more hmmmm adventurous. If I was related to this person, we had a special bond right? Which totally meant we could read each other's mind. I knew exactly the way to contact my long lost sibling. I would send him/her a spiritual dance.

They would see it in their dreams and understand. I stood up feeling rather cold. I began slowly to move my arms around. I heard drums playing and begun to see colors swirling through the air.

 I began to dance to the beat sending the message to my sibling that I was here and that they could come find me. The flames began to rise and as I went around and around the fire I felt cold each time I danced through a certain patch of air.

To fix this problem, I decided just to leap over the air. I could see the blue coming from its coldness.

 I stopped dancing after a while and looked up at the sky. Then I began to feel tiredness spreading all over my body until I was barley standing up.

 A woman came up to me a said something about a child I would find.

It must have been my spirit god telling me that my message had beed sent to my sibling.

This is a good sign.