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Jays Journal 2-PatchesPage two-Patches
(Amber Orphanage NYC.
July 13th 1983
Dear diary, I don't tell anyone, but you're a book so I don't think you will mind too much. I always wake up at 4 in the morning, and now that I have patches I need to feed him at night. I was able to save some scraps from the meager amount of food I received from dinner last night. I'm sitting in my bed petting him and holding him close, he's so tiny and, like me, is all skin and bones. I like to walk up to the window and sit on the window ledge. I often look at mother moon and all the light she has to shine down, so much wisdom and tranquility. I feel most myself at this hour...No screaming kids. No abusive staff, just me and Patches, both together alone. I often wonder what other kids are dreaming of in real homes with real families. I sometimes imagine that they dream of buying expensive things like crowns, jewels and collies! Other times I can envision them dreaming of sitting in front of a warm fire w
Jay's Journal 1-The Beginning This is the first chapter of Jays Diary. Thank you for reading it.
Names and places have been changed to protect the identity of the friends and families involved with Jay.
Page one-The orphanage
(Amber Orphanage NYC.
July 12th 1983
-Dear diary Its my birthday today. It's is supposed to be a happy day, A day of cheer, but I dont really feel any of that, I have actually been naughty, I was able to sneak myself a gift when we went on our monthly field trip. I used the little money my parents left to me when I was a baby...I was able able to get a pet kitten. He is so cute. He has blue eyes and brown fur with a patch of white on his head. I think im going to call him patches.
It's nice to have someone to talk to.....even if he cant understand me. Anyway i was delivered to amber orphanage when I was three. I don't know a lot about my parents, They both died in a car crash when I was a newborn, I guess im lucky becaus
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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