Little wampiers wander around town. They arise from their caskets while Others lay down. They dart by windows while disguised as bats and dance with the alley’s cats and rats. By morning they’ve vanished, like a dream.
Dear reader, little wampires aren’t as mean as they seem and only hide from the sun so they won’t be seen. Why are little wampires so shy you wonder? Why won’t they play until Others slumber?
They wait for the freedom of night’s empty playgrounds. They wait for a break from that screeching sound of Other’s daily merry-go-rounds. Do you ever feel tempted to ignore today, to ignore obligations and shove Others away?
Why dear reader, don’t be ashamed if you do but be mindful of that little wampire in you.
haha, graet vangogh
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