theres a way to lena. long black hair that curls in the wind that she makes. shes a caster. a caster with a glowing yellow eye as yellow as the sun, and the green is so rich you get lost. a foot in both light and dark. nothing matters...even though everytime we touch i feel joy but soon comes the burning and than i feel like im gone. her smell, feel, and the way i love her
lena
