NIGHTflights

sunday, 2 a.m. taken while sketching Unplaceable Kris.

I LOVE MY ROOMMATE RO. HE KNOWS THIS. WE'RE SORT OF LIKE SISTERS. BUT SHE'S ALWAYS ON ME TO GO OUT AND HAVE FUN WITH THE REST OF THE KIDS, AND WELL, IM JUST NOT LIKE THEM.

WHERE THEY WOULD BE HAPPY GOING TO THE DISCO OR THE SAUNA, I WOULD BE EQUALLY HAPPY COOKING FOR MYSELF A NICE DINNER OR TAKING A WALK IN THE PARK, OR JUST HAVING A NICE CHAT WITH A GOOD FRIEND OVER TEA, OR WINE AND CANDLES.

WHERE THEY WOULD BE PRESSED OUT TO MEET NEW PEOPLE, TO GET DRINKS AND PARTY, I WOULD BE TINGLING WITH EXCITEMENT TO WATCH A MOVIE OR LISTEN TO SOME GOOD SLOW MUSIC.

WHERE THEY WOULD BE PROWLING FOR THE NEXT CONQUEST, I WOULD BE GAZING OUT MY WINDOW HOPING THAT EVEN THOUGH I AM WAITING FOR NOW, THAT ONE DAY WHEN I WOULD FIND SOMEONE OF MY OWN TO LOVE AND WHO WOULD LOVE ME BACK WOULD COME TO PASS.

MAKES ME THINK BACK TO A STORY I WROTE A YEAR AGO. OF WHICH, THE DESIGN IS NOT YET FINISHED. (HENCE, THE PICS ABOVE)

IT GOES:

THE UNPLACEABLES.

by Cris Garing

There was once a family of fairies whom everyone in the fairy kingdom called the Unplaceables.

They were Father Unplaceable, Mother Unplaceable, the Unplaceable twins Ori and Ro and the youngest - Unplaceable Kris.

Everybody called them the Unplaceables. No matter where they went, everyone knew who they were.

They have traveled from North to South, East to West.

They've looked from forest to glades, river to sea.

They've turned every rock, every pebble, searched every tree and bush.

And they still haven't found one.

You see, it is because of this that the Unplaceables are called what they are called.

Nobody cared much about the Unplaceables.

And the UNplaceables didn't care much for anybody else.

That is,

Except Unplaceable Kris.

Well, i'm gonna have to cut this real short until i finish with the designs.

I keep thinking...

Maybe right now, it's okay being UNPLACEABLE.

So i spend my nights writing and working, drawing and dreaming and gazing out my window when i should, in fact, be dancing and living the life.

I have a friend who still has to go through these things. To find out who he really is. I myself have partied and lived that particular lifestyle already, and it doesn't mean i already know who i am or what or who i want.

My grandmother Georg always said, "in life, you will always wonder. And that's good. EVen with all your questions, and doubts, just continue to share yourself to others. You have a weak heart, the doctors say. BUt i know, i feel it. You have the strongest heart of us all."

(Georg, i miss you like mad. MY heart still beats. It still stops. It's still weak. And it's still strong. )

So i tried. And still here i am.

It'll be okay. Things have a way of working themselves out one way or another.