It had truly been quite a long time since Joseph had gone out into the "wilderness" out of his own desire. You see Joe had been avoiding things, lots of things. Things like people and going outside to get fresh air, he had been staying in certain places and studying, studying just about anything he found useful. His free time was mostly devoted to that and that alone and when he wasn't doing that and wasn't in school he would write. Write about the things he learnt, the feelings he had, the people he had met. Sometimes even expanding on them from what he had learnt from everything he read. So why was today any different from the others?
Things seemed to build up inside of him, he was good at ignoring them at first but eventually he couldn't stand the many thoughts and feelings he had. He couldn't describe them and he didn't want to try and figure them out from reading for some reason, but he couldn't put his finger on why. He felt oddly empty, even though he felt comfort in repetition, doing the same thing and having a certain way of living his day to day life. But something felt just so wrong and he had to figure out why himself.
He figured that he needed to go out of the way to do something he usually wouldn't do, so he packed some things into his bag and went off into the woods. Once he arrived and started to walk slowly he found himself entranced by everything around him. The noises, the colors, even reaching out and touching trees, though he did look around every once and a while, he didn't enjoy people seeing him when he was doing things he found to be out of character for himself. As he moved deeper into the woods he came across a stream, crouching down and looking into it. He had the urge to stick his hand in, slowly moving it into the water, feeling the coolness brush against his hand before slowly taking it out and brushing it against his hoodie to dry it off. Standing back up he found a nearby tree and moved over to it, placing his bag by his side.
Rummaging through his bag he took out a pencil and two of his note books, one of them was new and the other was one of his first. He felt like bringing the first one to jog a few memories, opening it up and reading about the things he wrote. Spider girls, vampires, little furry creatures that he had seen and even some befriended. He cracked a tiny grin as he looked over his various writings even if they weren't that old, they still represented a person he had grown from in a few ways. He closed the note book and sat it beside him, taking the new one and opening it to the first page and for awhile he just sat there staring at the blank page in front of him. Pondering what he should write, slowly starting to write something he wouldn't have expected to write, he let his feelings move onto the page and they were directed towards someone, he slowly found himself writing a letter. Taking pauses now and again he was deep into writing and focusing, spacing out and only focusing on what he had in front of him, losing focus on everything else making it quite easy for him to lose track of time or track of what surrounded him.
Things seemed to build up inside of him, he was good at ignoring them at first but eventually he couldn't stand the many thoughts and feelings he had. He couldn't describe them and he didn't want to try and figure them out from reading for some reason, but he couldn't put his finger on why. He felt oddly empty, even though he felt comfort in repetition, doing the same thing and having a certain way of living his day to day life. But something felt just so wrong and he had to figure out why himself.
He figured that he needed to go out of the way to do something he usually wouldn't do, so he packed some things into his bag and went off into the woods. Once he arrived and started to walk slowly he found himself entranced by everything around him. The noises, the colors, even reaching out and touching trees, though he did look around every once and a while, he didn't enjoy people seeing him when he was doing things he found to be out of character for himself. As he moved deeper into the woods he came across a stream, crouching down and looking into it. He had the urge to stick his hand in, slowly moving it into the water, feeling the coolness brush against his hand before slowly taking it out and brushing it against his hoodie to dry it off. Standing back up he found a nearby tree and moved over to it, placing his bag by his side.
Rummaging through his bag he took out a pencil and two of his note books, one of them was new and the other was one of his first. He felt like bringing the first one to jog a few memories, opening it up and reading about the things he wrote. Spider girls, vampires, little furry creatures that he had seen and even some befriended. He cracked a tiny grin as he looked over his various writings even if they weren't that old, they still represented a person he had grown from in a few ways. He closed the note book and sat it beside him, taking the new one and opening it to the first page and for awhile he just sat there staring at the blank page in front of him. Pondering what he should write, slowly starting to write something he wouldn't have expected to write, he let his feelings move onto the page and they were directed towards someone, he slowly found himself writing a letter. Taking pauses now and again he was deep into writing and focusing, spacing out and only focusing on what he had in front of him, losing focus on everything else making it quite easy for him to lose track of time or track of what surrounded him.
Going into the woods had pretty much integrated itself into Raella's daily routine by now. Perhaps it was the twirling breezes dancing with the thick canopy above, or the whimsical atmosphere that befell upon twilight but this little demon simply couldn't get enough of nature's mystical wonders. Today, however, was different. Raella had become increasingly restless and it was particularly hard to concentrate with her instincts screaming at her every few seconds to cool it off and go for walk.