A facebook friend posted this video please watch it and read my response below.
I’m balling. It’s early in the morning, well early by my standards, and I’m crying because I realize that I miss my friendly dragons. I don’t know how to explain this. When I was younger and the world was taking magic away from me the dragons were the last thing to go. They were good friends for me.
Now I’m “mature” now I worry. My sense that I have powerful friends that will always help and protect me has been dimmed. I no longer expect loyalty. This is hard.
In my dream, the strong wish I have for myself, I want a playful loyal friend who will enjoy the absurd along with me. One who will never hurt me with false friendship, one who will value me above the opinions of other people. Because the dragons began to die the day I was betrayed.
I don’t know why my mother decided to give me back my graphite stick today… I guess I should start drawing again. It’s been far too long.
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