My real world journal is for writing, but I just draw in it. So My gaia journal is now a scetchpad that I write in! Clever, huh? No? Oh... ok... I'll just go cry now then... jk! im not emo! XD
Locked out in the cold
they lay safe inside, their doors locked tight, dreaming of the day to come. i shiver on the front step, tired from my frantic knocking gone unheard. Snow falls in quiet piles around me, creeping towards me, ever closer, wrapping a cold vice around me as I freeze to death. And they lay inside, without a care for the one locked out, the one who's corpse will greet them the next morning.