I am just a human on earth and I look like every other human, yet some around me see me different. All the little children see me and smiled, forever they are the ones that can see my branches haired leaves, my horns, the butterflies that land in my hair, so therefore every time I smile at them they smiled back and giggle. The moment the little human makers turn around and look at me they see a normal human somewhat boring and are amazed that there children are amazed with me. If they only knew the power of their children’s imagination, I am the reason they see flying pigs and cows, the reason they see friends that are not there. I been around for many years and yet the only ones that can keep seeing my real face is the little ones, they are not scared. If the big humans ever see me as I am, they would be the scared ones. I fine it easy to make earth my home although I can go back to my home planet and visit anytime, I rather not I want to stay in the grassy fields, go to school with the boring adults, and see the pour souls grow up and see them also turn into those boring adult who won’t be able to see me again, the circle will keep going and eventually it will end and I will watch that also. I am not good and am not evil, I can be both in this earth and no one will notices I could watch them all die or I could watch them all be saved I could careless. I have no emotions for no one but the tiny humans they are pour nor evil nor good, and when they are tiny they do not know what they will become, until they understand. I have suffer in mind, living on earth to the Idea of living the same life, same day over, over, and over and having no ending.
It’s a feeling that sometimes is hard to explain, understand and live with. Sometimes it is so unreal it seems fictional and sometimes so real as if you could see it. Many of us have felt it, many have ignored it, many have acted on it. People all over the world may say love and trust go hand by hand, I on the other hand believe in a rather different myth/thought whatever you may choose to call it. See throughout many years ago there has been many stories of love, I enjoy reading some, listening about some even as you can tell writing about some and know that I love this story. Orpheus and Eurydice a tragic love story it is said in many tells that these two were so inlove that the whole village would talk among themselves and would say things like they are so cute together so inlove too bad that it won’t last. Sounds like a horrible thing to say from people, truth is that the Greeks believe that no one on earth could be happy all the time without something bad happening and soon to be true that wasn’t a myth. Eurydice was killed, how? That is a different same story that I will not get into feel free to read all about it, I’ll upload the whole story later. Now here is my point; Orpheus the son of Apollo who played beautiful music through his heart, his talent it could touch anyone. When he found out that Eurydice was killed he was so crushed, upset that he went to the underworld looking to get her back. He played his heart through Death, the three headed dog, Hades Queen, and Hades. The only thing that Hades asked of Orpheus to get Eurydice back was that Orpheus would walk out the underground world reaching the top where the light would hit them with Eurydice following him, but he was not allowed to look back. Simple right? Well Eurydice was dead, she was a soul you couldn’t hear her, Orpheus couldn’t hear her steps as he was walking out the underworld, at the end just a few steps from reaching the light, he looked back. Eurydice was pulled back down to Hades and never seen again by Orpheus, this story might just have been a myth all along but I believe if this were to happen to me or any other human we would have done just the same we would have looked back. Orpheus did not trust Hades word, and that Eurydice was following him, their love could have been the strongest but Orpheus distrust was way greater and powerful in this case. Love is a strong feeling, but having trust is impossible if we can’t even trust ourselves to do the right thing sometimes.’