a time to write something magical.
If I told you that I feel everything,
would you believe me, or would you only see me as lame?
would you take the blame for my past?
If I told you that I have much to feel shame for?
As I asked this I opened the door,
I crawled out of the bathroom and layed on the floor,
for minutes, thinking many things,
thinking everything possible to think, thinking many things.
Afterwords I crept into my bed,
I hid my head beneath the covers and took a deep breath,
it seemed like hours had passed and yet I could not sleep,
I could only breathe deeper with every second.
My heart hidden in my throat,
made me focus on keeping it there,
it was this distraction that also put me to sleep,
I cried and fell asleep, and fell asleep and cried in dreams.
I questioned my existance, I questioned my faith,
I questioned why I was ever put in this place,
I questioned my future, I questioned my mind,
There was only one answer that I did therein find.
“Live, Live. Live on.
Worry not what your future relys on,
There is time for you to sleep in your fate.”
With this answer I knew what to do,
I would spread it around like germs often do,
I awoke from my dream and awoke into life,
lit up an inscent and started to write.
I wrote of my dreams and wrote of this fortune,
I wrote of the answer to all of our questions,
I then smiled some and took a deep breath,
I decided that I would no longer, welcome death.
We shared that beige apartment before we started trying each other as witches. That queen …