Wall for Amethyst (page 404)

thanks! that was from some time ago, I have no idea why I'm sharing it now

also what do you think of this poem

An antebellum church immersed in rain

Black velvet curtains drawn on stained glass

Dim light shines through despite petrichor

Haunting, ominous

 

Hymns are sung in eerie voices

Candles lit, an unsteady ambiance

Orchids and red roses strewn across the aisles

A sacred and holy event

 

A crate decorated and pristine

Guarded with its own severe aura

It "looks like a cradle"

It's "for the gone," said the mother

 

Pictures of someone revered and protected

An elegiac lamentation is sung

A woebegone heart-breaking lament

And melancholic. Disconsolate. Dismay.

 

That someone was you.

That lament was for you.

This event is for you.

That crate contains you.

 

My heart is with you.

And all I can think is

"I miss you"

i am a human, at least i think

;^;

Your friends define your personalities. Most people have friends that are in their class, and their class is filled by people their age.
Also how somebody born in 1990 got to experience way more of technology then someone in 2010 or whatever

Alphacelestius, Blaziken, CC

Don't you think it's weird that the year you are born literally defines your personality

Sorrt x, thank yiu, goodnight

man i need a friend locally  ;^;

;^;