by Ray. » Sat Aug 03, 2013 4:32 am
Oh my gosh this is my dreamie
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The Dreamer◣___________________________________◢
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
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★ username;; ~RayRay~
Hello there kia lovers I am rayray but I am more often called ray. I love to draw and help people out with anything I can. I also love listening to music and tumbling with my friends.
★ name;; Campbell
I have decided to go with the name Campbell. For some reason I find that name very interesting.
★ personality;; The Dreamer's Fanasty
Campbell is called the dreamer because he dreams to big to be true. He believes he can alcomplish anything he puts his mind to. He has never really took on any of those big dreams because people say he can't so he belives he can't. Campbell is a very sweet boy. He cares WIP
★ story;; Taking Life One Dream At A Time
I live my life, one day at a time. A good portion of those days are uneventful, always falling in the same routine: I wake up, dream about goals , watch and reserch dogs , and bum around till it is time to go to sleep and start my day again. Sometimes I play video games but then find myself not enjoying this past time boys seem to love. Every so often, something new and interesting happens: I finally achieve a goal , I find a new show I like , or I meet a girl.
Living in a bright city can be interesting if you have many friends and get out alot but for me this place is just dying. This city is full of life and color, but now... now that I have become more of a homebody I feel this city is nothing but a wasteland that begs for attention. I have heard stories the city used to be sad and gloomy. I had never seen this city during those times , but I have seen pictures of the dark lost city from my parents. My mother and father lived in a world of threats, and they could only wish different for me growing up.
Sadly, I can't say I have achieved that wish of theirs.
I've fallen into the same dull routine: Wake, do random things, sleep, repeat. I do have some moments of bliss, but the sad lonely days I find myself in alot overweigh those momments of joy that I have. Watching some shows has helped but the joy just drowns into lonelyness. Every time I see the animals they call dogs on the television I seem to feel very warm and fuzzy inside. I go and reserch them going a bit fangirl crazy over these things called dogs. It's so hard to look at that beautiful creatures, having it so close to my grasp; I reach out to touch its warm fuzzy fur and its fluffy ears.
Just to be stopped by my computer or my television screen.
I snapped back to reality. It gets to the point where I will simply shut down my computer or television and walk away. I do that a lot, especially after my parents died. I go for a run. When I feel sad, I run. Running has become my second life in a way; I spend at least half my day outside along the chalk painted side walks and bright colored houses.
I've seen kiamaras come and go. I've seen buildings being built and and families moving in and out of the houses next to mine. I always pass other kiamaras on my long runs. Most kiamaras love to spoil this city with their parties and other things. I don't blame them. This city is beautiful and has perfect places for these events. The only things that cofort me seems to be the dogs on the computer and television.
There have been times I wished I had my own dog to curl up in bed with. I've bought a plushie dog but it doesn't seem to comfort me as a real dog would, but it helps in a way. Like holding it close when I feel lonely. I'll hold that stuffed animal harder than a kiamara protecting her baby. It's the only thing I can look at and feel true joy, even if it isn't physically the dog I want.
Today, as usual, I ran to clear my thoughts. It was the same crap, just a different day. My run ended after several hours. I started heading home. I decided to use a different route this time to go home. This part of town was still dark and scary. Alleyways were covered with crumbles from the bulidings and concrete. It truly is a sad sight to see.
I was stopped by something unusual a small pillow case in the middle of the sidewalk. Now, living in this kind of area I don't see much trash at all. I noticed this particular pillow case because it happened to be in my way.
Art;;
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Ray. on Sun Aug 04, 2013 1:34 pm, edited 17 times in total.
gone back to school, college life. won't be on much. sorry
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