Παρασκευή, 20 Νοεμβρίου 2009

the colorful goat is laughing too

You still cut right through me like a crystal tear on a Christmas morning...

Even after all this time, your eyes are clearer than everyone else's and I still have the uncanny ability to feel it when you are going to show up. The implications are obvious to anyone with half a brain, and they're laughing at me. (It seems that I have less than half a brain...) I am a misguided messiah at best, and at worst, a revolutionary girl who ended up getting stabbed by the witch princess at the duel for the world.

But I grew up. Thank you, I suppose, for the memories and everything. I .. am not mad anymore.