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Title: so long and goodnight
Description: michael's journal.


Michael Beckett-Way - March 22, 2011 10:34 AM (GMT)
burning on,
just like the match you strike to incinerate
the lives of everyone you know.

and what's the worst to take
from every heart you break?
and like the blade you stain,
i've been holding on tonight.

what's the worst that i can say?
things are better if i stay...
so long, and goodnight

so long, and goodnight.

Michael Beckett-Way - March 22, 2011 10:59 AM (GMT)
DAY ONE.



March twenty-second.

    Why I've chosen to open this book and write is beyond me. I've never truly written in a journal beyond my bird documentations, but...somehow, today, this seems right. I've learned to trust my gut over my head.

    I feel I might leave this place soon. Salvage is the holder of quite so many memories for me...I sometimes still wake up in a sweat with memories of what happened beyond these city gates. That is something I will probably have to endure for the rest of my long, drawn out life. Still, I fathom it would hurt a lot less, burn a little gentler, if I were far away from this place. And yet, I still find it hard to bring myself to leave.

    I wonder if it's normal, to feel this trapped...I wouldn't know; I've had no one to confide in, no one to even offer a second glance and a smile. I'm alone, left to figure out what I'm doing without any reassurance. Sometimes, this is a relief: other people can be...overbearing, and limiting. But at the same time, I feel a deep level of loneliness when I realize just how isolated I've become.

    I wonder where my brother is. I've always wondered. That night when they took our mother, he was nowhere to be seen...I don't know if they took him too, or if he, like me, managed to escape unscathed. I wonder if he's safe, somewhere far away...or if he's beyond my reach, until it is time for me too to join my family in the beyond. I miss him so deeply, with all of my being; without him, I feel so alone.

    All the more reason to leave. I should leave this place. If my brother is anywhere, he is certainly not here...perhaps it's time to search for him beyond these lands. It is, at least, worth a try.

    Reaching this conclusion has brought a...freedom in me. I haven't found what I'm looking for, and it certainly isn't here...thus, it is time for me to go. I've outstayed my welcome in Salvage City.



DOCUMENTATION.



Sighted just beyond my window, perched ever so delicately in a tree.

    Thrush-type. Small, tapering head, flowing directly into a narrow, long beak. White eyering, dappled dark and light around the face. Tawny-brown back, white underbelly dappled with striking black. Long, thin, sparrow-like legs, fleshy tone. Beak is buff and fades into dark grey at the tip. Large eyes. Very vocal; bup-bup-bup ee-oh-lay call, ends in a rapid, simultaneous trilling. Very beautiful song, possibly the most beautiful I've heard. Seems capable of singing two notes at once, gives the call an ethereal quality.


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