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[Sep. 25th, 2011|12:13 am] |
Time. I have always been conscious of it since I was a little girl. As children most only think on time with happy excitement when it signals something they enjoy. A party... play... the end of school. Mostly they think it's the thing that heralds the end of the things that make them happy. Time for tea, I hate brussels sprouts. Time for a bath. Time for bed. But most people never notice how it passes. Slowly, quickly, then slowly again. Weeks can seem to go by in the blink of an eye, yet some days seem to last for years. We use it so often for blame and for hope alike. "Time heals all wounds", etc.
I know how it feels to wait, I have always been good at it. But this time, this one time... I am sick and tired of waiting. I am tired of counting down. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. Four days... I feel as if I'll never get to see my baby soon enough. Will it be a boy, or a girl? Will it be ginger? Will it have it's father's eyes? Yet I know that there will come a day when I look at my child and pray for time to stop... even if for a little while... so I can never let go of that moment.
I really don't know if I had a point to make here, or not. I just... needed to pass the time. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2011|03:49 am] |
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I've lost count of the days since I could see my feet. Time seems to have slown this past month. 8 days left... just 8... until I get to experience the greatest adventure in life... motherhood. I am so ready for this. |
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[Jun. 28th, 2010|07:54 pm] |
[Private to the Tenth Doctor, Master can read]
Doctor, I know I've been sending you messages to let you know that I am alright but I thought I should tell you where I've been for the past few months. I met another time lord, and we sort of decided to work together to find my Doctor but then we fell for each other. And I'm sorry that you're going to hate this, but he's different with me... he won't ever hurt you again.
It's the Master...
[/Ten]
[Private to the Eleventh Doctor, Master can read]
I am still looking for you. If you find the Tenth version of you, he will know where to find me. But I am living with the Master right now. I won't stop looking, but I'm stuck here. Even the TARDISes are stuck. There's some sort of spacey time thing sticking us all here. Wibbly-wobbly... you know. I miss you... find me soon.
[/Eleven] |
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[May. 20th, 2010|01:31 am] |
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I love my life... even though I miss the Doctor. Doctor, if you can read this I'm safe, well, and happy! |
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[May. 7th, 2010|04:49 am] |
[Private, but the Master can read]
Got kidnapped by another Timelord a bit ago. Bloody man kidnapped me, than let me go... sort of. He let me go, but somehow I ended up helping him on his TARDIS, but I figured: Doctor's gonna be looking for someone like Harold Saxon. He ain't gonna be looking for his old self. Strange as it is to say, I trust this one. Mostly...
He's been honest with me so far anyway, though there's an air about him says you shouldn't, but at the same time he's so damn charismatic that I can see how he got the entire country of Britain to vote for him. Doesn't work on me though... punched him as soon as he untied me. I guess I am here because I know the Doctor will come, but more than that... and this sounds more mad than I usually sound, but...
He needs me. |
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[Apr. 12th, 2010|04:40 pm] |
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Doctor?! Where am I? It looks like I'm in the States. |
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