return

south america is nice. large secluded space. lots of animals. few humans. it was. pleasant. spending time there. i had hoped that i would find my parent there. they would not see me. again. i returned. home. i have no home really. but it is where i was born. where i stay. hoping. he is back from whatever holiday. for now. he is the focus. again.

him

hate. you sit there. your life. you are the stupidest of them all. you never notice. ever. you don't even know. when your friends are missing. don't see. you sleep unawares. not know that i am watching.  danger. hate you. how do you not know that your fragile life. could be gone. how easy it would be to snap your neck. to leave you lifeless. gone.

secrets

our kind can become the shape of any living thing. for as long as we need.  we keep in contact with each other by way of the community's registry. we can be anyone. most believe that your lives are sacred. we can be anything. we die only when we decide to let our bodies die. or if something kills us.

we have no government.

no laws.

no consequences.

you cannot stop me.

you cannot stop me.  

back

i never found my parent. i cant understand why they will not see me. ignore me. while it is true that my kind does not often make the effort to find one another. pleas for contact are not usually ignored. i am tired. of going on these ventures. they will never see me. never. i hate returning. empty handed. again. perhaps they meant to find me. perhaps i left to soon. next time. next time i will leave something for my parent. maybe if i try harder they will answer me.

disapointment

i don't think that my parent is here

watching

i am still tired. too tired to take a new shape. so i watch. sometimes. his life it is really quite boring.

decisions

last time i tried to find my parent. it lead to nothing. i cannot find them. i do not know their face. is it even worth it to try again?