and in that moment I swear we were all eleven
This is it. This is how I die.(Again)
Sometimes I use the sonic screwdriver as a way of showing that I am in need of tools, that I need support. It’s a way of asking for help.
Other times I just really like too build a really good cabinet.
And so passes another starless night.
I’ll just hop onto another night then, eh? Up for a trip?
Found over on Pinterest…
p.s. It’s much more readable on our blog front page…
Some leave me.
And then some of them still cling to me, even after leaving.
Imagine not knowing who you are or where you came from?
You come from a land, probably one of a great distance, and you’re able to recall every detail of your neighborhood and school, all down to the pinpricks. Like details ripped from the pages of an encyclopedia.
But when it comes to the real nail biting memories, the ones that make you who you are, you draw blanks. You can’t recall the firsts of your life, good or bad!
Not knowing where you came from or how you received that age old pocket watch, always ticking and always weighing down your pocket, but always wishing to open it and see if there’s a picture or a note or something that’ll tell you who you are.
The Brakenallestonians of Brakallia are a wonderful race.
Mainly one of pure thought they have no idea what it is like to wear shoes! Imagine that, not knowing what a shoe is or understanding the feeling of wearing a new bow-tie!
It’s been a long time.
I’ve been running, running for so many reasons. I haven’t been running from anything though, I’m running blindly ahead. Not sure of where I will go. Who and what I will become.
It’s always changing, the outcome of what can be and what will be. Who I will encounter next, who I will bring along. I never know why, I just know who. I adore them all. Each and every one of them. Some come and go quicker than others, some of them stay in ways that I did not imagine possible. They all leave their mark on me, on my old hearts.
Who is next, I wonder. Who will I be when I meet them?
Time is changing and I go along with it.
I never know when to expect him.
Or when I might run into him.
He always has a different face, always comes in a different suit.
He never hides though…if he does it is in plain sight.
I do not know when I will next run into the Master. I just hope that we can put the past aside and try to build a road for the future.
I know that won’t be the case though…