I'm so sad so I'm going to talk about why. Some days I just sit in my room think then cry. What i think about? About what i could have and what I want but will never have. And as I cry I have these weird vision's. i can see what my friends are doing and for some reason a guy. I don't know who he is. But I can tell He's Transylvanian because He speak's Romanian. And I know you don't believe me. But listen to this.Some studies show that at least 25% of America has the abilty of Vision, Telepathy, Inferno, and Psychic powers. I even took a governmental test to verify. But that's all i can say on said subject. FML.
To The Sun
Dearest Sun,
I have watched you for a long time now. You never change. Your beauty, still radiant. Your light, still burns like a flame. Your eye's can see into the blackest soul. And I a lowly coward, hides in the shadows. A mere sparkle in the nights sky. I will never amount to your magnificence, your perfect every little bit of you. Perfect.
Lovingly yours,
The Moon
The Moon
