One Day Far Away

Maybe I’ll see you one day,

One day far away.

Maybe I’ll meet you one day,

One day far away.

Maybe we’ll dance one day,

One day far away.         

Maybe we’ll dance, and walk, and love,

One day far away.

Maybe we’ll talk one day,

One day far away.

Maybe we’ll walk one day,

We’ll walk far away.

Maybe I’ll love you one day,

One day far away.

Maybe we’ll laugh, and cry, and watch,

One day far away.

Maybe we’ll laugh one day,

One day far away.

Maybe we’ll cry one day,

Cry the sorrow away.

Maybe we’ll watch one day,

Watch the sun rise far away.

Maybe we’ll be together one day,

And I can love all your pain away.

Maybe we’ll rest one day,

One day far away.

Maybe I’ll watch you fall asleep one day,

One day far away.

But maybe you’ll watch me fall asleep one day,

One day far away.

Maybe we’ll rest in each other’s hearts one day,

The day that is farthest away.

Maybe I’ll remember you one day,

The day that is farthest away,

And I’ll shed a tear for you that day,

That day that is farthest away.

And the day that you remember me,

That day that is farther away,

You will laugh to remember the memory,

On that day that is farther away. 

A Sorrowful Farewell

Dearest, most wonderful Readers....It is time to say goodbye. 
Unfortunately, my life has been quite hectic recently, and this blog is another major time sink that I don't need. I've thought about this for a long time, and I really think that although it is a sad choice, it is the right choice. 
I'm going to close this blog, and Please Don't Keep It Real will be just a memory. 
I'm so sorry. 
If there was any way I could continue it, I would, but my lifestyle isn't exactly conductive to this. I know I promised an incredible surprise for the one year anniversary of the blog, but I can't pull it off, or do anything more. 
In the next week, I will shut the website down. If you like any of my previous writings, save them, because you won't be able to find them anymore. 
Dearest Readers: what day is it? 
Is it April the first? 
Dearest Readers: I win. 
Hahaha, I win! April Fool's! 
The blog will, of course, go on. I will continue trying to post up to eight posts a month, maybe less, but oh, dear readers, I really did get you, didn't I. 

Sorry for the heart attack, readers! 
And I love each and every one of you! 

Realizations

Howdy, dearest readers of mine,

It's almost April!
But I still managed to fit in eight posts for this month!
Anyway, here is some stuff.
First of all, if you like books, have you ever tried reading comics? Like this one? http://gunnerkrigg.com/ 
And second of all, I think I'm getting older. Darn it. The reason I think I'm getting older is because some ideas that have been floating around in my subconscious have been coming to the forefront of my mind. For instance, I have a new book to write. Like I don't have enough already. And also, I've been thinking of these little phrases that I have been thinking about for a while, but only with half of my mind. Such as:
It is easier to walk into the darkness with the light guarding your back then to come to the light with the darkness watching your back. 
And after that cheerful note, here is my idea for the new book:
Nadir/Zenith is a girl who can change who she is, from a dark shadow on the street to a woman whose powers cannot be hidden. When she is Nadir, the shadow, there is very little of her. So little that no one can really see her or, if they do, just think of her as another person of no consequence. When she is Zenith, the magic-user, it is hard to notice anything other than her. However, magic is rare in her world, and when found, it is persecuted. For that reason, she stays mainly as Nadir, and just tries to exist in her city. This is working until one day, someone sees her. And is able to focus on her and talk to her.
Her powers will be explained better in the book, but for now, that's all I have for you.
Till next time, my wonderful compassionate awesome readers!

I LIED!

If you already have read the post from about ten minutes earlier, THEN I LIED.
I said I didn't have anything to share except news about my book.
Well, guess what? I do have something!
This is a creepy little short animated thingy, and I really did like it. It was a thank you video for something, and a Halloween video, but it really is terribly good.
Enjoy, readers.

Excuses, Excuses....

Dearest readers....
I'm so tired.
I hate to whine but right now, there is no alternative.
My parents left for a few days, leaving me, my brother, and my college sister at home.
My brother and I have a wonderful tutor who comes over every day and helps us with school, but I was left with the chores, which means: waking up on my own, getting my brother (Who is now to be known as Superman) to wake up, watering the plants, cleaning the house, milking the cow twice a day, and getting the mail.
At first I was like, "I'm going to be so awesome, I'll do a surprise spring cleaning for them!" After the first day, I thought, "No. That obviously isn't going to happen."
Visual Aid:

So I'm sorry, dear readers. I have nothing for you today. 

EXCEPT....An update on the book! 

I can't tell you exactly where I am, but I'll tell you this: I don't think I can get the person I want to draw my cover to draw my cover. <(;_;)> She won't answer my emails. 

I'll keep trying, though, and if you want to see her art yourself, here is her website: http://seraph-inn.com/ 

Anyway, I'm looking at sometime in the end of April, beginning of May to publish. 

Thank you for putting up with me, my wonderful handsome/beautiful readers. 

The Grand Masquerade

Welcome to my masquerade. My powder room, always locked, is full of the masks I need to make it through the day, through the night, through the ballroom. Each has its own mood, its own way of speech, and its own trains of thought. Because, really, between you, me, and the other people filling this room: I am over half of the people gathered here. I am the sunshine girl, with the yellow mask, dancing through life with a high-pitched voice, a cheerful outlook, a beautiful smile. I am that quiet woman in the dark mask, dressed in fantastic shades of black and grey you never thought would go well together, the one who looks at you out of the corner of her eyes, just watching. I am the strong, powerful presence with the mask of a simple face, the one who needs nothing because she is strong enough to stand on her own. I am the girl in the romantic red mask and dress, the one who always listens when you talk, and the one who rarely says anything that isn’t worth remembering. I am the one in the dusky blue mask and the ethereal dress, who always dances through green fields, through your dreams. I am the lady in the lace, the graceful, gracious one, who glosses over your awkward gaffes with the elegance of a ballet dancer. I am the girl in the tiger mask, who stalks through the jungle and the forest and the desert, the absolute and undeniable ruler of the wild places, and the queen of the untamable hunters. I am the warrior in the steel mask, who proudly wears her golden armor, knowing there is iron beneath. I am the thoughtful writer in the mask covered in words, never speaking, but always writing, writing, and therefore seeing beyond this world into the places beyond. But mostly, I am the plain girl, standing in the middle of the floor, the one who didn’t wear a mask, who is talking to you know. This is me, stripped of all protective masks. Maybe you have met me before. I am the girl you know well enough to be comfortable around, the one who can show you a different world, a different reality, than the one you know. This is me. Maybe one day, you will look around the ballroom and see all the people here that you are, or realize that you are one of the special people who don’t need masks, who don’t need to be anything other than what they really are. When you find out, you will come to me, and thank me, and show me, because I gave you the gift of realizing who you are. Because another one of my masks is a mirror, that goes with a scintillating dress, also of mirrors. You will meet her one day, and maybe then you will find out who you are, and who I really am. 

Memory

Happy spring, Readers!
Guess what?
Something important is coming up!
(And now you're desperately trying to remember what it is!)
Our anniversary!
Squee!
It's coming in May, and I know that it's two months away, but I'm already planning something incredibly special.
Also, I know that some people, I don't know why, celebrate their anniversary every month, but I don't think that's as special. I prefer one year anniversaries.
Oh! Anyway, here is something I wrote just now!
Enjoy!

Memories are never as sweet as when we remember them on a sunny day in March. Sometimes, I would like to ask, “If I fell in love with you, will you fall, too?” Softly, we can dance, forgetting our metal world, our harsh penalties. I swear then, that I never will forget you, never leave your memory unpacked when I travel. How could I, anyway? You just might be the only thing keeping me alive. The strange words that float in smoke away from us don’t matter, just keep looking at me, and I can take care of you. I have no choice but to love you, and if I had other options, I wouldn’t even see them. Don’t you understand, the time we have now will never happen again, and we must make memories out of the golden sand, the brilliant sunlight, and our peaceful silence. I know it sounds like alchemy, but it’s so simple, and I can teach you the recipe until you know it by heart. Soon, the night will come, and rip us apart like we never really mattered, but you and I know differently. You know that we matter, you know that we cannot survive apart. I know that you are really the only one who can take care of me, and therefore I must protect you, save you from harm. We will scream at the silence, because it will never sound the same if we are alone. We will cry, and try to rip the fabric of our dreams apart, so you can hold me close, and I can feel your strength surrounding me, protecting me.