Picking up pieces

[BlazeNight3]

In a little dorm in Alabaster one could find an open notebook near the kitchen. Singed corners line the papers.

My mind isn't my own. It never was, I'm just here to help others along….but when can I help myself?

Never would I have thought to find someone who felt like I did. But it's hard to actually remember what was said. My mind isn't always there, my daydreaming tends to get out of hands rather quickly. But somewhere along the line,  I met a new friend.

She said she had her own dream walker, or so she says. I'm not sure what it really means but I'm able to remember but a  brief moment of that conversation. It was nice...to remember something. I promised her we'd be friends. We knew how it felt to be invisible…

I don't know if I can keep that promise if my mind can't remember conversations. It's strange, all I hear is white noise.

Then? I met a druid. A strange one at that...but he helped me along this winding road to a new friend. Tylwir… a nice name for a nice friend. But they speak, or rather...they don't know-how. If I can't help them speak...should I fall silent to understand what they feel? Then why does everything have to be so confusing? I simply want to help...but it feels as if no one wants to be helped.

I don’t get this thing anymore but I’m trying. That’s what matters...right? At least my daydreams aren’t as frequent anymore. They can’t find me anymore, right? But then…

Why do I feel alone when they stop? Why do I feel when I have nothing left to offer I’ll vanish? I don’t know anymore, but I’ll keep that thought locked away for now...I’ll come back to this later.

But for right now I’ll keep my head up tall...and just like my first friend, I’ll keep a smile on my face! Even if it hurts me, everyone else deserves to smile so i’ll smile for them.

The rest of the page seems to have bits of melted chocolate on it. Blurring the remaining words on the paper.