Post by Casey Kobalt on Apr 14, 2009 3:12:59 GMT -5
Violins were playing. People were laughing far off in the distance. Waves were clashing against the shore as the sun sadly set. The silent cries for help were heard. The sweet angelic voice was whispering and the clouds were drifting apart from one another revealing a colorless sky, so far that it seemed so close, yet you want to touch it so bad. Because it is lonely, like you.
At least that's all what was going on in Casey's mind. He now sat at a quaint cafe, in the more laid-back shopping parts of San Diego. He was sitting alone, usually, his table and gestures clearly expressing that he'd been here for a while. You see, Casey was bored. When he had too much fun, he always recessed to the more quiet spending of time.
A warlock with mood swings? Oh this would be good if anyone magical around were here to see it. What if they had an underoworld newspaper. Casey could see the headline now. "Depressed warlock seeks food therapy." Of course Casey wasn't really depressed and he ate all the time, just to be consuming something, but he was feeling down.
He thanked the waiter as he came over to give Casey his chocolate pie. Casey just thanked someone. Wow. He truly was feeling down. He didn't even turn around to look at his butt and whistle or say something completely rude. He took his fork and swiped a bit off the pie. It revealed to have peanut butter and caramel inside. Casey loved food with more than one surprise. He placed the fork in his mouth, slowly sliding it out, savoring every taste bud.
