what is it with me and eyes!?
try and guess what this is aboutmy hair, so silky and wavy it was, has turned to deep rough ash in the midst of these days. my hands, bloody and scabbed, ache with pain. a sharp twang goes through my body as i brush my hair to the side. a pain as hot and piercing as this could break any man, but it would take tenfold this pain to halt my progression. the trees are angry with me, I've seen them bend and lean treacherous ways, the trees always heeded the weaker and hindered the strong. today they're unavoidable, my lost little lamb is just out of reach. i climb and climb but he never gets closer, the trees have been pulling him away from me in a desperate attempt to separate us. i'm not crazy you see, he simply cant see me when he drops those branches, he simply doesn't know i'm at the barrel of his gun, it's not fruitless chasing my little lost lamb. he was so sweet, so sleepy, so sound. his soft blows did not hurt, his small stabs bore no pain, i would be lying if i saitry and guess what this is about by craziefuzi