I Feel Like There's So Much Darkness

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

I Love Snow For The Same Reason I Love Christmas: It Brings People Together While Time Stands Still. Cozy Couples Lazily Meandered The Streets And Children Trudged Sleds And Chased Snowballs. No One Seemed To Be In A Rush To Experience Anything Other Than The Glory Of The Day, With Each Other, Whenever And However It Happened.

The Humans Create Life, And Senselessly Cause Death. For Nothing.

People Are Like That, Judging You Before They Know You.

They Were Tricky, Those Demons. Could They Be Trusted? Of Course They Could Be Trusted. She'd Created Them. She Owned Them. They Wouldn't Lead Her Astray.