Once, There Was a Little Girl (part 1...possibly)

Once, there was a girl.
She was lonely.
She talked to her little wooden frog all day.
She colored her burned white horse in sharpie.
She wore obscure clothes.
She would wear a top hat every day.
She would stare at her cherry trees, close her eyes, and sigh.
She named her trees.
She was lonely.
She felt she wanted something, needed, something.
When she especially felt this way,
She felt ridiculously swollen and broken.
She had no way to releive herself of this,
So she would read.
Read away.
Read untill she was no were in sight.

Racoon Mask

She is an energy eater.
A racoon masked theif who steals what is useless.
Creates fights that can't be won.
Racoon, you stay away from me and everyone I love.

Seperation

Its amazing how powerful both sides can be. Light and dark. When something is light, once the light is gone, by force or by coincidence, the dark is always there. It swarms through the light, but it never attacks. It is always just there. Maybe that is why it is so frightening. Because it is always just there. Its intentions unknown.