My mind is dark.
Very dark.
Sometimes, the darkness is so dark it drowns me.
Sometimes I succumb to it and sink in it even deeper.
And everything gets darker, yet darker.
My mind is colourful.
Very colourful.
Sometimes, the colours are bright, but...
The night is dark and full of terr- oh wait, wrong fandom. Geez.
- - - -night- - - -
it's dark outside
you cannot see what hides out there
you cannot see the troubles that haunt you.
the sounds the smell the air
they're all different to the day
they're more intense eloquent fascinating
the grass is dark of an emerald green at night
it's a pretty colour
it's calming
it's reassuring
it's comforting
no one's there no one to disturb me no one to upset me no one to remind me
of the troubles that come with the day
i have time to watch the sky to care to freeze to think
i think
I AM SANE
- - - -end- - - -
Oh goodness, the book is doing its purpose... SOME ACTUAL POETRY! I'm nyctophilic, that's where the poem comes from.
OH ALSO, LotusWaterlily, I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU HOLD ON
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[Image description: Three girls sit together, one blonde girl, the other two have brown hair. Two of them are sat down, the other one bends down to grip something. They are meant to represent the characters from Equal (a story you should definetely check out), Lily, Genevieve and Melody. Lily helps Genny doing the middle-finger, Melody joins in to help Genny hold the gun. Now, why would they do that? Answer: I said that you can ask me for art and if you don't ask nicely, you'll receive a picture of your character showing you the middle figer and pointing a gun at you. LotusWaterlily did that and said "I want to see Genny trying to do the middle-finger!" so here you go!]
