Rêve

A thought strikes you that perhaps all you need is a little persistence. Perhaps, to find friends, you must simply overcome the fear in yourself and others. But the big thing keeps moving at a speed you could never hope to match, seeming to take no notice of you or anything else moving through the grass in its wake. And all the little things still flee from you, no matter how far you follow them. You suppose you can't really blame them.

After all, there's some things so scary to you that you never want to catch their attention...



You put that thought from your head. Such a thing is no good when you already feel like this.

Perhaps sunning yourself on this nice spot will help. It does nothing to lighten your mood, but perhaps you shall think of some ideas with a little more warmth in you.