I guess I will start with a poem. I'm feeling very 'fancy' right now.
[Stupid Thought Process!]
Blue skies, Butterflies
Trees with leaves, Oh so many things
Blood is to ink as heart is to paper
Why is the world so stupid?
Murder is so common yet we turn stone
Where is the humanity?
1,2,3,4 more dead as you read
Why? Oh Why? Now I want to cry
No,no Blue skies, Butterflies
Trees with leaves, oh so many things
Blood is to ink as heart is to paper
Blue skies, Butterflies
Trees with leaves, Oh so many things
Blood is to ink as heart is to paper
Why is the world so stupid?
Murder is so common yet we turn stone
Where is the humanity?
1,2,3,4 more dead as you read
Why? Oh Why? Now I want to cry
No,no Blue skies, Butterflies
Trees with leaves, oh so many things
Blood is to ink as heart is to paper
Okay, in case you haven't noticed my thoughts get sad and dark. I was holding back in that poem. My thought process (how one thought leads/links to the next) is really weird. I am tired though, it is almost midnight. In fact I'm done for tonight. Next time this might be lenghty-er. I feel like I'm writing really sloppy so I have to go to bed. Bye readers and my Forever Alone Journal thing. [I should think of an outro and intro] Bye *yawn* dramallama
