[In pencil:] Good Morning Brilliant Sun. If only you could have seen what i have during the hours Night falls. i used to think you saw all, and knew all.
i now know that is not true.
He left again today, and i followed. We went for a walk in the park, but sadly did not get close enough to the lamppost to clear my burning mind.
Even now, i still ponder the Human's action with a burning desire. The clouds overhead are providing me plenty of time to think. It almost seems as if Brilliant Sun is trying to hide from Us; trying to pull clouds over his face.
i don't know why i can't stop thinking about the Lamppost. It is driving me insane, and for what reason?
[In red pen, pointing to "i don't know why i can't stop think about the Lamppost." :] Because it held something you didn't have. You wanted it. We are all children in a way.
[Pencil:] i must focus. The clouds are leaving and He is beginning to jog. More work for me. Brilliant Sun is just now viewing us. Why didn't Brilliant Sun want to see last Night?
No matter...
i must go...
[In brown pen, written in the margins:] I and him also went for a jog that day. How coincidental. In fact, I think we passed each other. Yes, we did, because I remember you following behind, once again in your happy trance. I knew better then. Now... [remainder of sentence is scribbled out by red pen]
[Pencil:] i am back. Sadly we never arrived close enough to the lamppost, but i am beginning to get over it. If the Human wanted his actions to be seen...why do it under the cover of Night?
Regardless, we are home now, and it is nice. On this hot day, the AC is turned up, and as always while He is inside, i do not have to concentrate fully. i can think about things i wish.
One such thing is that Night. i have begun to study my actions rather than that Human. What sort of trance must i have been in to walk that far out into the lawn without Him? Whatever it was, i will not do it again.
He is making lunch. We usually go to the store early in the Morning, there are few other Humans there to impede much. We often walk slow and admire the scenery, but today we jogged. Why? The route was the same...
No, on the way back, we stopped, just for a moment. He looked out towards an alley. Just a quick summer's glance, but nonetheless still a glance.
It doesn't explain the jogging...
--Lunch is ready.
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Journal #1
Fantasy[In red pen:] Hello. I don't think we've met. Have we? I honestly don't remember, I'm having trouble remembering everyone. Anyways, if you are reading this, then my plan has worked. Yay. This is just a journal of my mind I have kept throughout my j...
