(these are my favorite things to write ever)
large, brown, and as sweetas the honey that is her heart.such innocent eyes!
I laugh at your waltz,and begin to dance like you.this must be like heaven.
I climb my willow,leaving everything for afew blissful minutes.
inside, i’m so hurthungry, thirsty, starving fora little comfort
it’s so dark, so cold,so utterly awful, yetat the end is hope.