Sorry if this is sort of too bland, or, just maybe, too strange of a read. Either way, these are the events of what goes on in a head. It's O.K. to laugh; my saltine-cracker-dry humor typically sits in my writing anyway. If you'd like, leave a comment telling me what you think, or how you took to this little story. *SIDE NOTE* I do not hold any copy rights whatsoever over the song "Farther On". If one would like, I do highly recommend finding the cover of the song by the band Xiu Xiu on iTunes. :)

These are delicate thoughts prompted and written in ACROSTICS about the good poetess and poet I have come across with. I believe, like opinions, POVs are entitled to oneself.

"My Mama hates me. She's jealous of me. She hates me. She hates me." Read at your own caution. This is a dark story.

Hello and welcome. You can call me Alex. I'm extremely pleased to meet you, if that's the right term to use, since technically we haven't met. Anyway, before you go any further, I'd like to warn you. You're stepping into a dangerous and crazy place...my mind. Yes, these are my letters, written by me, Alex, Society's Creation. Everything you read is true. So therefore my dear friend, I warn you, because even I am scared of myself.

Rainy days - in which inspiration is great, so I write.

We all go mad for a little love.