Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Luna Day Number 2- Wedges



           

This is so very fascinating . . . erm, I’m not sure exactly. But I know that there is more Luna inside me than anyone ever game me credit for. Ah . . . life is full of strange things, so many strangers- but, in the end, it’s just- Luna and I!

 

            Shrug. We all need a little bit of Luna in our lives. We know that she exists even in our dreams. I can’t dream nearly as much as I would like- ahhh . . . I just become . . . so distracted. There’s only so much occlumency that one can address- why, why is it always the power of occlumency? This is, after all, my Luna blog, and- ha! No one is quite so free as her. Oh, we do learn more everyday about ourselves- and- life can be so depressing. Ah! Until Luna comes!

           

            There is only one place in which I can truly be myself.

 

            Maybe I simply try too hard. After all, journeys of truth can be extremely mundane. How does one possibly come back into her radish earrings? I’ll tell you a secret, shall I? I don’t even really much like radishes- onions are okay, but radishes? Nah.

 

            Although they might forever keep away the nargles . . .

 

            This day is like a wedge between the others- there is some missing link- but I’ve found it!

 

            The link?

 

            I didn’t even know that it was missing . . .

 

            If anyone ever saw it, I wonder if the others would really like my true personality? I like it, of course . . .

 

            But then, this is a Luna day for me. Not every day is one, you know. Some people must think that I am bonkers. I’m not really insane. I’m just . . . a wedge between the floorboards, you know?

 

            Just me.

 

            I doubt that anyone will ever find out about this blog, but- if you do- I know that you can guess that this is my Luna Lovegood personality. It is the unique ‘me’ that a large variety of people will never see.

 

            Luna Lovegood- she’s a gift, you know . . .

 

            Shrug. I think I should probably end this. I’m not sure what else I can write . . .

 

            I do like wedges.

No comments:

Post a Comment