Blissfull was I twirling in my own demise
A smile never seemed to leave my face

I had so many hopes for the following months
Goals I hoped to achieve
The music ringing in my ears
I was clearly in my own little world

And happy to stay there for eternity
I have never been one to dance half way
But I never obsess over the perfection
Such things can be damaging to focus on

I'll never say I am the best
But I will always proudly say that I love to dance
And that I have shared my experience with countless talented people
I''l always dance with my heart
For there in lies my connection with this moving art
An outlet for this soul who can not clearly express herself in words

Relying on this to release surpressed emotions
Before long it was the only way I could honestly be open
Emmersing myself in this world of dancing
Some could not understand
And in many ways I wish to keep this secret unkown.

Dancing is second nature to me
I can honestly say I will dance until my dying day.
For without it I am not complete.

But a fateful night months ago
Has shaken this world of mine

Tears were shed and the pain was felt
A setback clearly in my way
Restrictions wieghed and shackled me down.
While I was told it was for the best
My heart was torn
It might seem overly dramatic to some
But for me it is reality


I knew this was only for the best
But day after day of being unable
To move and release emotions
They began bottling up inside me
Looking for a way out.

This balance I had achieved was know totally gone.
The tortue of seeing others dance
And to hear the melody of music
Hits me like a rock.
When I all I want to do is join them
And loose myself in the melody
But all I can do is sit and watch

It's not for forever and for that I am thankful.
The day I can truly smile once more
Is when I'm on that dance floor once again.

But at this point in time I can only step back
And accept what has been given to me
What ever

I apologize for this, I know it's unnecessary, but I've gotten into a rut again and I need some more help.

No L'oreal jokes, please.

The question I need to know is quite simply, Am I worth it?

I've told myself countless times how worthless I am, how much I hate the way things are in the world and how powerless I feel. My opinion has gotten me in trouble numerous times, and whenever I feel like I've offended someone I hide what I said, despite the damage being done.

I'm at the point where I just don't think I'm allowed to have an opinion on anything anymore. It's like one of the Buddhist practices I read about, that you 'detach yourself from your surroundings', that you 'let go'. It's part of trying to find a sense of balance, you have no opinion.

Sitting in church today, I had many thoughts and feelings about who I am, and I actually considered how much better the world would be without me. I just don't see the point of being a good person anymore, or rather, despite trying to do good things, I feel like they go unnoticed and my faults and defects are seen at a much greater scale. So why do I even bother trying to be a good person when people are going to continue to take advantage of me and then ridicule me for not being more selfish? Why is it wrong for me to be myself instead of a greedy, selfish, violent person like the world wants me to be?

I don't see myself as anyone of worth, I see myself as a pawn, an expendable human being.

So am I worth anything? Is there any value in trying to be a good person? Or am I just a waste of a life?

Better now. I'm sorry for this post. I will have some serious talks with myself, and I'm starting to realize how childish this was.

The scene was both enticing and romantic.The sun setting,candles lit leading the way to the middle of the garden,where a table was set luxuriously.Sierra walked through the garden a little surprised
at all the gestures.It was a beautiful sight to behold.Coming into the little space she was greated but Jeremy.
"You look lovely this evening"he said bowing and taking her hand and leading her to the table.
"And you look very handsome tonight"it wasn't a lie after all.
As they were seated violinists began to play a peaceful tune.There courses arrived and they both enjoyed the peace.
"Thank you for the meal,it was kind of you to invite me"she said giving him a small thankful smile
"The pleasure was mine,but if you do not mind I have request to make of you"he said seriously.


She cocked her head to the side wondering what the rquest could be,"I will try,but was is it that you wish to request.?"she asked
"Dance for me please,I have the same song you danced to at the ball so it would be a familiar tune for you he said smilling.

Her heart seemed,to stop and it felt like it had been hit with a dagger.Her cheeks were blushing and she felt a little dizzy.She struggled to keep her composer ,but calmly replied,"I'm sorry Prince Jeremy but I'm afraid I don't feel all to well at the moment."she stood entending to leave.
The prince saw the change in Sierra and became instantly worried."I hope I have not offended you"he said going to her side his tone was one of begging and questioning.

"No,it's nothing you did Jeremy"she said sincerly.
The sound of his name,being said by her voice soothed him."Do you wish me to escort you back to your room"?

My name is Skydancer, queen of the stars and sky. When I was born, my mother and father, the king and queen of the sky, told me I was destined for greatness. That time was short-lived. They went to go to another kingdom to celebrate something one night and never came back. The royal messenger came and told me they had been eaten by Leo. I was very sad because I had only been a fawn. I got over it, but in the back of my mind I still miss them. After my parents died, I inherited the throne of the kingdom from them. I find it EXCEEDINGLY boring to run a kingdom in the sky when you can't fly and all you are is a constellation. What worried my subjects most was the interest I showed in a forest on the Earth. They would say things like: "You aren't a land-deer, you are a Sky-Deer, Sky!" and, "Start paying attention to the real world, Skydancer!" THAT particular comment sent my gears a-twirling. "This isn't the real world!" I said. "This is a world where everything is always perfect and nothing goes wrong!" They sent me to my room. I heard a guard say, "Just some teenage temper. My son was e same way." I felt like my head was going explode with rage! I burst out of the room and ran all the way to where the sky ended and there was a sheer drop to Earth. "STOP!!!" Leo thundered. "You can't abandon your kingdom!" "Say that to my scythes!" I yelled, using my sword-antlers to slash at the sky lion. He matched me blow for blow. I ran beneath the lion’s legs and jumped off the edge to go to my beloved dream world: Earth.

Our pictograph is the same!

How often does this happen?

Maybe we are just two parts of the same creature.

http://endlessforest.org/community/pictographtoya

...and 48 years in-Forest. That's how long and I have been here. We are the same, yet different. is me in the Forest, and I am in this world.

On March 14th, 2007, I was on Spring Break in undergrad, and I was bored. I was looking for a decent game on which to spend my free time, and I found The Endless Forest. At first I was reluctant to join the forums (this was before the Community site) because I wasn't sure about being part of another online community. However, when I decided to join in the next day, I had no idea what a wonderful idea it would be.

We have seen so many changes this Forest has seen, and we have made many wonderful friends. Thank you all for your friendship, and thank you, Michael and Auriea, for making such a wonderful game.

<3

Why is it that there is sometimes a huge herd of deer then the next minute they're scattered evrywhere? i finally foud out what the roaring noise is! Deer mask rawr!

When the dream breaks, her eyes open, seeing strips of pale, cold sunlight cut through the air from the East. It's strange, seeing the sunrise when she wakes up. Her usual window sees only the Western lights; the glory of sunset and the ashen dark that follows it. She prefers the sunset, for the most part. In the night, there is solace. When it rains and it snows and the droplets and flakes create tiny shimmering pictures against the velvet dark, she can let herself ponder. Sometimes the whole world speaks to her, and she tries not to get too attatched. It'll only vanish after a while. Things always do. She's terribly used to having things run fleeting from her grasp.

I have been a crow the past few days.

I love you.

Thank you for laying with me in the sun.

You smell good.

-Toya

Hey everyone, i just want to thank all the people who helped me get the secretary bird pelt, mask and antlers! Thats my favorite set. Wish I could have given you something too, but at least we all had a good time.