The clouds roll across the sky in waves of chorus continuity.
The earth orbits the sun in perfect harmony. The moon orbits the earth, dizzying our perceptions.
The tides follow, a repeating melody of wetting the already damp sand and retreating to join forces with the sea.
You sit here to pass the time, and read words of happily ever after fiction.
I am sorry to inform you but this book is one of a poor sort. I can't say that this will be a tragic tale nor can I say it will be one that can inhabit a fairy tale. For this story is nothing but empty words on a page.
Written by someone with too much time and not enough skill.Written by a girl with well below average brain functions and a abnormal sense in anything normal.
I would advise you to find a different book of fairy tales to full the wasteful hours instead, but if you must, continue reading.
Just remember that this is not a fairy tale. These are delusional thoughts spread across paper to screen. Abstract ideas to weaken your sight.
By all means this is a fictional work. Because that's all our world is, a fiction to indulged what little time we have exploring and degrading it.
I don't care weather you decide to dismiss the idea as ludicrous ramblings of a lo(o)ne(l)y person or ravel the words until they make sense.
Whatever you do remember these are words to pass the time. These are words that should not have been written. These are words that mean nothing.
You could say this is a 'story' but really this is documentation, of a girl in a world that turned it's back. More of a empty graveyard she was, than an human being.
I wish these words could be rearranged to describe a fearless heroine but she was no more than a full stop you've marked in the wrong place of an essay.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger...
