i cant type right now, my fingers are frozen.
going through some old poems. i remember i wrote one a couple of years back. it was about 5 pages long and told a story about a girl running away. running from the castle and from the things that chased her as she ran, i never finshed it. i think i threw it out, shame, i really want to read it again. i can remember exactly what happened but i cant remember the words. mabye ill try and write it again

as seasons go past, and days go by
it's here i lie, deep in my mind
things are changing, so i can't stay here
time wont wait, and I'll disappear

why have i been deprived of this.

also, i want to see this