I knew a girl.
(Dedicated to a friend of mine, who's thought me how to find the simplest of happiness in the darkest moments of our teenage time.) I knew a girl.
I knew a girl crestfallen, no doubt but still had little bouts of happiness about her, in her smile.
like a rose, given no room to bloom. no doubt, grown with love, oh, but suppressed by it. the suffocation of it.
she loves the woods, and its many beauties. in all its hundred-acred glory. fiction of imagination, no doubt. but every inch as real as they seem. perhaps it is this freedom of the wood, that bounce of joy she has envy for.
I am not sure, but this girl is my friend. And I'll try my best to be so, till the end.