![]() I've made an old Simba into a "temporary" replacement, until I am able to save enough money for one. There have been times I wished I had my own Rainbow Dash, or more realistically a plushie of her, to curl up in bed with. Her colors, the amazing sonic rainboom, all remind me of that picture. I guess that is part of why I like Rainbow Dash the most out of all the other ponies. Her masterpiece is of an open field that yielded a parking garage. She started painting once everything crumbled beneath her feet, making the sad scenery before her look beautiful. The only thing I've ever seen that even comes close is my mother's paintings, each of them colorful scenes of this concrete world. They saw this place with their own two eyes, saw the buildings still standing tall and proud, the lawns freshly cut, the paved roads, and sidewalks still intact. Most people don't like to look at their once beautiful city, their homes or former businesses. ![]() I very rarely pass any other people on my strolls. I've seen buildings torn down, burned up, or have so much graffiti on its walls that its original color is unrecognizable. Walking has become my second life in a sense I spend at least half my day outside along the crumbling side-walks and decaying suburbs. I do that a lot, especially after my parents' death. It gets to the point where I will simply shut down my computer and walk away. Only to be stopped by my computer screen. It's so hard to look at that beautiful world, having it so close to my grasp I reach out to touch its warm colors and bright, smiling faces of the ponies. Every time I see the show, or one of the ponies on a fan site, I recoil a bit at the bright colors, the joyful faces of the ponies, and the peaceful scenery of their world. My Little Pony has helped, but it's still just another thing to give my hopes up on. I do have some moments of bliss, but the daily struggles I go through outweigh the small moments of joy I have. I've fallen into the same dull routine: wake, work, sleep, repeat. Sadly, I cannot say I have achieved that wish of theirs. My mother and father lived happy, and they could only wish the same for me growing up. I had never seen this city during those times in person, but I have seen pictures. now most of the houses are sagging, the businesses sit empty and abandoned, and several open fields lay barren of the once great factories that helped drive the economy. This city was once full of life and color, but now. Living in a dying city isn't very fun or interesting. Every so often, something new and interesting happens: I meet an old friend, I find a dollar on the ground, or I get chased by a stray dog. Some times I'll hang with my few friends, while other times I'll just play video games or watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. A good portion of those days are uneventful, always falling in the same routine: I wake up, walk to work, work, walk home, then bum around until I go to bed.
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