toi hear a lonesome bird call as toi wander out of the forest. It is dull and misty. The sky is concrete, toi can taste rain in the air.
Fell it on the breeze.
But toi don't care, toi keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever plus sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here toi arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few plus steps have toi standing in the center of an earthy ring. toi are surrounded par stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as toi do. And others have been tampered par the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. toi haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that has them looking like a wooden version of a feathered war bonnet.
The land is very nearly empty of everything else, save for a boulder ou two. toi don't even pay the boulders much mind, but toi notice the twin-protector seals. Three vertical slashes and a horizontal line through the middle with a dot on the bottom corner--the jour protector. And on the other rock are four horizontal lines with two diagonal slashes through the middle and a dot on the upper corner--the night protector. They glow faintly orange. Someone has left the feather of a white faced owl--bound with the stem of heather--at the foot of the stone. toi have arrived at your destination.
A few early rising fireflies are already gathering at the base of the stumps. These are a dit to be the spirits of the faefolk. Of the elven. Of the nymphs and druids. And of the trees themselves. That makes sense, after all, that's what this place is...
A graveyard for the kin of the forest. For natures purest creations. toi know this because the fées have told you. toi had followed them here.
But they have not told toi why.
Somehow toi get the feeling that the forest and the magic are dying. For plus and plus skeletal structures seem to be pooping up on the hillside with their billowing smoke and grating noises. And with them plus woodsy structures erect here in the clearing. toi breathe in, resin fills your nostrils, toi can practically taste it. But there's something else.
Something is laced in the mist.
It's poison.
The old world is dying and you're standing on its resting ground.
The drizzle grows into a shower.
Fell it on the breeze.
But toi don't care, toi keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever plus sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here toi arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few plus steps have toi standing in the center of an earthy ring. toi are surrounded par stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as toi do. And others have been tampered par the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. toi haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that has them looking like a wooden version of a feathered war bonnet.
The land is very nearly empty of everything else, save for a boulder ou two. toi don't even pay the boulders much mind, but toi notice the twin-protector seals. Three vertical slashes and a horizontal line through the middle with a dot on the bottom corner--the jour protector. And on the other rock are four horizontal lines with two diagonal slashes through the middle and a dot on the upper corner--the night protector. They glow faintly orange. Someone has left the feather of a white faced owl--bound with the stem of heather--at the foot of the stone. toi have arrived at your destination.
A few early rising fireflies are already gathering at the base of the stumps. These are a dit to be the spirits of the faefolk. Of the elven. Of the nymphs and druids. And of the trees themselves. That makes sense, after all, that's what this place is...
A graveyard for the kin of the forest. For natures purest creations. toi know this because the fées have told you. toi had followed them here.
But they have not told toi why.
Somehow toi get the feeling that the forest and the magic are dying. For plus and plus skeletal structures seem to be pooping up on the hillside with their billowing smoke and grating noises. And with them plus woodsy structures erect here in the clearing. toi breathe in, resin fills your nostrils, toi can practically taste it. But there's something else.
Something is laced in the mist.
It's poison.
The old world is dying and you're standing on its resting ground.
The drizzle grows into a shower.
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
toi try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so toi could feel better,
so toi could be free.
Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.
Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?
Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
toi need to be prepared.
Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.
Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...
The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.
When toi look at the night sky, what do toi see?
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When toi stop and listen to the wind, what do toi hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When toi feel the sun on your back, what do toi think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When toi hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my cœur, coeur and soul, drifting on and on.
When toi look at me, what do toi see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When toi stop and listen to the wind, what do toi hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When toi feel the sun on your back, what do toi think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When toi hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my cœur, coeur and soul, drifting on and on.
When toi look at me, what do toi see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark
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the new Dear Annie
xxxxx