Skylar

Just a thing my brain thought of.

How I feel right now, but more eloquent.

I hate it when my friend is sad, and I wrote this for her so she would (hopefully) be at least a little happier.

In a manor in the woods, music can be heard, never ceasing. You may enter, they say, but never accept an invitation to dance.

Once again, my thoughts/feelings but more eloquent.

How I think about what people say

A letter for someone who'll never see it

Thoughts on how I view a few points of depression.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of the dark. But perhaps, this is a better way to explain.

Explaining my thoughts