i dont know what this iswho am i and Who is me
A creature of light i am, a sun of the Greatest light of all i know
but why am i I and why is me me
Why is I who i am, being so Naturaly diferent from all the other Is, and Me, is strange, me is wird, my Me is not like eny other me, but why.
I see i am the way i want to be
me is wird he seems to want to be wird
I dont know why what i want to be is wird why do others only see my ME and not my I
Me is enything from normal
I like how i talk so I talk like i talk
Me sounds funni, but but his I donst seem to know
me acts in a way noone acts
I act like i want to cause i think its the best way to act, why should I be so diferent, why is me so wird
why is I I and me me
I cant me simply be myself
(try to understand this)
The Lost harmonythe lost harmony
What is a song
Once there was a tail quite like no other to anser this question
In a World many many unknown distances away, there lived creatures known as Harmonys, Me, is one of them, My I interduse myself, im FiodorI live in harmony village . Well, lets show you around, in the world of the creation of sounds. Some silly people in your world think sound is simply moved air, but that is wrong. Every time a sound acours, a Harmony gets created. I was created by the glorios sound of a violin. The lines of the Notes humans use to oreentat themselves, dissides the pich of the created Harmony. Wile the Hamony travels to this world, it makes a sound, by singing the note, for wich it was created. Every sound creates a new Harmony. After Have sung the note of there Creation the harmonys get sent here, threu a split in the dimensions. Normaly this happens to every harmony. But if all was alwas normal, I wouldn't be telling a story of it, &
War!A word simply said by a lip, not more than air with movement one should think, but what is it really?
A young pony, fire Eclypzia, was to find this out, and this is where her story begins.
Synthia, the mother of the young foal, turned around, facing her lil' daughter. 'Life will change. I just got a letter, we are in war.' she said, with a tear running from her eye. 'What is war?', the young filly asked, not knowing what the meaning of the word was.
'War', the mother spoke, 'is ... Um... Fighting. Trying to hurt the other as much as possible. 'I don't want to hurt', the lil' filly spoke, looking at her mom with large eyes. In that moment, a young colt, dressed in a dirty, black covered uniform galloped through the door. He had just opened it. 'All, into the cellars!' , he yelled, then disappeared again on his way to the next house. The cellar was exciting. It was a great place to play. The many barrels were perfect for hide and seek, but mom didn't look like she was in the mood to pla