Really bad-don't read-unedited-thought I'd write it down for later

He cares so much that he won't respond.
He cares so much that he won't fight back when I let him go. And he likes me so that he'll keep himself busy with other girls.
And he wants revenge
That's why we were friends
He'd rather let me figure things out alone
Only remembers when he needs a moan
Sweet when he's bored
got a small hunch that
Maybe he's shady
But it can't be that bad
because he must care enought to keep coming back
but in reality he puts in no effort
and I've been in bed since...
but it's okay, he's still keeping busy
He doesn't even miss me.



Chocolate and heels.
I wore my heels for you today, I bought you chocolate and went out of my way.
I mustered up the courage, I stormed in. I smiled outside. You turned around and she was tehre. I frowned inside. Once again I'm screwed. Once again I got fooled. I thought we could be more than friends. I rememered us comparing hands. Having chicken on a date, I actually ate. It was an effort- I was out of my comfort zone-now I'm alone. It'd be a lie to say I hope youre happy. This story I'm too familiar with. Heart broken. Off to dream again.

Metamorphises

Remember baby Owl? Lioness's nocturnal friend? He appeared again, this time after not seeing him for a while he seemed to become even more beautiful. He transformed into a small Alaskan Klee Kai dog (pictured above). Only a better confirmation that he is more like Lioness than previously thought.

Again Lioness was walking to school when he appeared next to her. Looking as handsome as ever. She tried to connect with him, but it was short lived for Kai (as he is now called), had someone else in mind. This broke Lioness's heart and she told Babar.

She thought maybe if she fell asleep next to him with those piercing blue eyes which she just seemed to notice in all the imaginary beauty, all would be well.

She woke up and he was gone.

Peachick

Meet baby Peachick. A well known musician on the Island, yet so well known other places around the world know and admire him as well. Peachick is not your typical handsome animal. He is no proud lion, he doesn't have the physic of a great lion, and isn't from any part  of the cat-related family. He most likely belongs to the bird family, but it is hard to categorize him into any one particular category. For Peachick, is much smarter than your average male, he is cocky and vague, all of which make him more intriguing to the females. Like modern psychology says, survival of the fittest means that one has to be rude and ruthless for others to be attracted to him and Peachick may be putting up a front like that at times to compensate for not really fitting into the mold that everyone wishes to classify him in. You see Peachick's feathers are unique. Not everyone took a liking to him, and even found him annoying because they couldn't truly understand him. He probably couldn't truly understand himself. Another admirable attribute to Peachick which draws some people in, the same way it discourages others from liking him. 

Lioness always found a liking and felt a mutual connection with Peachick. Funny, because they were never friends, no Peachick is much too famous and busy for that. However Lioness did go see him once or twice at a local show he was doing with his band mates. Lioness fell in love with his lyrics, his wisdom, his depression, his pain, and the way he expressed himself and made it okay to be that way. Lioness started becoming too much like the Peachick.

Unfortunately, Peachick was always taken for a long while. Until recently. 

Lioness had a feeling that if they could just meet they would get along. And so it happened that on the Island they did meet, and she instantly knew, she asked him to be her boyfriend. Flat out- just like that- she blurted it out.  He told her he would after 2 weeks. And the kiss was so real that it felt amazing. Lioness didn't care that he was not as big as most lions, or that his feathers were sort of ruffled. She just appreciated him for being him. It may sound strange, very- but sometimes the strange things are the ones that make sense in real life. 

Aviophobia

It's recurring. Grey seats in rows of three on the sides. In the middle rows the grey seats are a total of four. The rows continue forward and to the back. The viewpoint is from somewhere in the middle.

How does a baby lion get on such a thing? Small enough to sneak in I guess.

She's seated somewhere in the middle of the gigantic device, on the side isle. Pretty close to a window. Some distance in front of her is the cock pilot. It moves smoothly The engines roar like a lion in the den.

Turbulence is fleeting. There's no pain. The whole affair only lasts a few seconds. And it's done.

Not so bad. It's over. That was the fear?....

But it hasn't actually been accomplished. Well, it used to be done. Quiet often she'd get on these gigantic devices. But somehow now, something was stopping her. Perhaps it was the last time she actually went on and couldn't take the turbulence...

Once it seemed like a sort of fun, thing to do. Now it was just a barricade.

There's a lot waiting once Lioness lands. She wants to land, she wants to stay for a minimal amount of time in a foreign place, but can that be done?...