i've been a weird, sorta-down, philisophical mood as of late, reflecting on some things and thinking about those that have not yet happened.
this was written just now on a whim, as Sarah McLachlan's beautifully sad voice flows in an endless loop of my iTunes.
it's not anything personal, mind you. i've decided to create an oracle character for a story, and this little piece of lit would be from her perspective. maybe i'll get around to trying to draw her soon. and i HAVE actually been drawing as well as writing, i just haven't felt like uploading any pictures yet.
oh. and i've no idea on the category for this. if anyone thinks i put it in the wrong one, please say so and i'll change it. i'm not good with types of literature this piece of writing is (c) me, and as such admire or critique all you like but hands off.