Rumour Has It is for the sharp tongued among us, and the people who claim to deplore gossip, but secretly read it all the same. Ruffled Feathers are for those who need help and advice.
Confessions are something entirely different. Got something you want off your chest? Need to scream it from the Astronomy Tower but can’t? The Owl Post is here to be your metaphorical Astronomy Tower
Confessions, rumours or Questions can be given to our friendly messenger owl that loiters outside The Great Hall, he takes any messages to The Owl Post, just have a few owl nuts handy!
I really need to control my anger around you.
Seeing you hurts.
The best people are the ones that don’t want me. I suppose that says a lot about who I am in the eyes of other people.
Put both of us on a scale
And soon you’ll be flying among stars
I carry the weight of space
Yet you are still in my heart
I refuse to realize
You always fail me
I dig my own grave for you
I am a soldier for you
I wish she had been more enthusiastic about something that was a life changer for me.
Dreamscapes with laughter.
Sweet nonsense infects my soul.
She was the one I needed more.
Seeing her turned away.
You don’t know what it is like down here alone.
What is the problem inside of me?
I never really did belong, it’s clearer everyday.
I feel it every time I fall.
I’ll submit to what they say is right.
Take my hand, let me say goodbye.
One day again we might be more.
But for now, endure my heartfelt scrawl.
I regret drinking the lies you fed me, and saying what you wanted to hear. But at least, after that false reality was shattered, I found the place I was truly meant to be.