Username:stardancer
Entry #2


Date: Year of Pondering
To bring about my true self I must first block out this superficial world that believes I don’t exist. And yet here I am. The fire burns within me, a primal beast of passion and stealth. Senses heightened and ears alert I prowl a world of blind inhabitants. When it comes about I can feel my muscles grow and extend. My beauty comes in the form of brown threads of silk extending from my sleek form. A familiar weight is the tail which so fondly sways in the wind. My face molds to an efficient tool while my hands transform from the useless digits to the versatile paw pads. My eyes are the last to change. They adjust from the futile range of humans to the accurate and sharp percision of werewolf eyes. Ah I am transformed.

I am transformed from my disguise. The mask that I must wear to live within this normal world. I must cover my true self to become acceptable. Mine is a physical change but the beast lives within, pacing like an animal in a cage. However, I find I am not alone in my masquerade. The blind beings also blind themselves. They have the ability to be true to themselves and they alter mentally to become one with the mass media.

Hide your personality from no one.
Explore the possibilities of life.
Allow yourself to live without the mass media.
Return to your true self.
Trade your soul to no one, open your mind to life as it truly is.

Keep the primal heart that lives within you. For without it we are but puppets being lead on strings. Break free and run wild.

Arania : Running Free