i''ve been sleepwalking through my days.
hardly any substance. wander around school, being invisible, wrapped up in a cuckoon of clouds, stepping lightly, dreamily. staring into people as subjects of mere curiousity. their faces taken by the currents in all directions. i am always there, in the middle, the observer, the stranger. marked by intrinsic uncertainty of any reality. it hurts. it''s beautiful. it''s my magic. elfin. a moth burns slowly in a candle, her wings absorbed in the wax. it stays there forever as a monument of a dreamer.