I'm not good at descriptions but here goes: A walk home from school leads Deon to find a haunted object that helps him find his way into an enchanted forest. The entrance to the forest is determined by the outsider's purity and personality. There, everyone is isolated from the outside world, so everything is very different. Something plagues Deon's mind as he travels through their domain curiously. His fate lies with a mischievous spirit named Silas, but how far can he get before he realizes he isn't pure enough for that world?

She's a teardrop. She's the wind. She's the summer, and the winter. She's the cold coffee. She's everything, and, at the same time, she's nothing.

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry