Because I was born and raised on the moon
My name is Aria Svetlana Markovitch and I was born and raised on the moon, but abandoned on earth in order to learn.
I hold the Universe close to my heart. Its true.
You see, 1-3 years ago(bad memory) my dad and I went to an estate sale. Unfortunately, the lady that lived there had died, and so, most everything in her house(including the house) was for sale.
So, we went, and I found some really cool knick knacks, nothing to buy. As I was leaving however, I found this necklace...and it was...beautiful.
Its not silver. Not gold. I some kind of metal. But not precious. Its a crystal ball, smaller in diamter then a quarter. Well, I guess its glass. Glass ball. And at the very bottom...is a tiny, tiny seed embedded in the crytal. Almost insignificant....but I fell in love with it.
Cause when I held it up to the light, it sparkled, dully, but sparkled. And the seen looked like a tiny star inside. And its almost...I don't know.
And I thought it was beautiful. And for some reason, it seems, that little seed, holds some little secret. Don't know how it got there...or WHAT its doing there really. Who put a seed in a little glass ball? but its beautiful, and unique,...and its almost like holding the universe in my hand
| I give up.
Now, Usually, I don't give up on a story. In fact, this is the first time I officially "give up". Its not that I want to. I wanted to write a new story for "Short Shots" called "Watchman". But I've been so busy with work, work, work, and now, the only time I have for ME...which is from 9pm-midnight, that has been filled with work too. And it really sucks.
Because thats the ONLY time I now have for writing--not counting my lunch, I'm usually eating and working. I can't write either. Oh sure, I write the odd sentence here and there when something is generating or something, but nothing else. And its frstrurating.
This story is boss too...I think it has potential. No way I'll be able to finish it by friday though. No...freaking...way. So...I'll still finish it. but not for a while. And that frusterates me, cause...well the prize was, I actually wanted 2nd place for upgraded membership, cause ALL my money went to the trip to visit family in Mexico, to my upcoming oral surgery...basically, I have only money left, counting the one I'm gonna get, to buy clothes to Mexico, help my parents with stuff...and...thats it. No more money. SO...SO...SOOOO annoying.
Get the feeling that your empty sometimes?
Its weird...I am weird. I don't feel empty, or anything like that. But sometimes I worry about dumb little things like "Do I have strong enough of emotions? Do I really do this because of this?"
Its odd. I sometimes worry about stuff that can't be helped, no matter what. And the stuff that maybe I need to work on, and do better on bothers me....well in nothing...and its so odd because I worry about stuff that honestly I can't help...and totally am ok with things that I can do better in. Of course, I do those, but more because of I have to.
I am so odd
| Again, I had that dream in which I was at a weird school, in english class...and I STILL haven't done any homework...I show up, without the book, so one is loaned to me, and the teacher ask me what I have to say about...so she calls on me to read a passage..and I do...and I am able to answer ok....and then, a giant iguana storms in, and I am...once again, called to save the day..and as I leave, the teacher screams
"YOU STILL HAVE AN F!"
| So I was asleep, after a few hours of working, and not sleeping well...and I had the weirdest dream...well, the weirdest dream in like....heh what? 15 hours or so?
Anyways, it was about this woman...very succesful....great husband, wonderful son, big house near some woods...no drama...no tragedy...and one day she freaks out because she lost something....meaningles really. I think she couldn't find her sketchbook, and she was crying cause she couldn't find it. And when she found it...she has this realization that...that was her biggest tragedy and years...and feels....sad...desperate that she was crying over this, when people had it worst....
Basically, its about a woman with a perfect life.....who tries to make her own tragedies so that she can cry....
| Every thing we see...everything in existence...was, is, will be...came from a star.
Even our bodies, which are made of atoms, which...I mean...hydrogen, Oxygen...everything we have in us...Iron, so on and so on...was formed when stars exploded into life! Can you believe that? Heh we came from space...
Maybe thats why we long to go there? Do we feel as though...we BELONG there, among the existing stars...how long ago where we up there...part of a star.
Why are so many people not like...BLOWN AWAY BY THIS. I mean, honestly. Space...the Universe is still growing! Its infinite! Countless galaxies, countless stars, and planets! I mean...that means, speaking somewhat rationally...there is a good chance to find life, even if its just bacteria or such on other planets.
Is this why people grew bored? Because there are no "aliens" bent on destroying us? Because its boring? NOT BORING!
I mean...SPACE! The stars! I want to see a night sky AWAY FROM THE CITY LIGHTS!
In total darkness where only the moon and stars shine, in which I could see the constellations....You know, when you can see that clearly...you can see our galaxy as well...but I can only see Orions belt, and some other stars....nothing more....we need to turn of the lights!
My dreams have always been....odd.
A few months ago, I had a dream that I was in this huge mall/school. And I had social studies, english, math, and art. And everytime I would go to english class, the teacher would give a new assignment, and say "Due this week". But still, days would pass, in the dream, and I never did it. So I always had an F. Because, this...weird....people kept trying to come in ensalve everyone, and somehow, for some ODD reason I ALWAYS had to save the school. Really, they would just push me into the path, and yell DO SOMETHING!
Well, I've had sequels to that dream....different monsters....same friends I don't know...same weird school...same locker that won't work...and you know what?
I STILL HAVE AN F!