The sky was huge, it was rising above a huge spread of pillars, over the ocean and up and around the magnificent peninsula. It was cold and windy, and the pillars looked like lighthouses or beautiful chateaus floating up the sea.
Prose
I Hate Feeling This Alone
I hate feeling this alone.
I can’t talk to anyone close because I feel like a burden.
I’m in a dark hole and I can’t see the light this time.
Myself A Mystery For Me To See
I am nothing without you. My mind tears me down and tells me to screw you, but I see the real me. I am nothing without you my mind tears me down. This mirror is my reflection of you and me. Myself a mystery.