escalating downwards,

I'm really not strong at all. And it shows. It's not even a subtle thing, it's a right-smack-in-your-face thing. Like a balloon. Soaring higher and higher up in the sky. Until a sharp tree branch gets in its way. It pops, and sinks back down to earth, never to float up again, never able to reach the clouds, never able to realise its dreams.

I love my yearmates. I really do. They are the ones who have kept me sane for four years, and probably another two more. They are more than just friends, really, they are the life of me. Maybe living on craziness isn't a very good idea, but I love them so very much <3

I'm five years old, It's getting cold, I've got my big coat on
I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run
Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now the sky is gold
I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home

I don't know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you're not scared of anything at all ('His strength is making me stronger')
Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away
But I know I had the best day with you today.


I really want to jump into piles of golden leaves and skip through bright orange pumpkin fields without a care in the world. But I guess ignorance never gets anyone anywhere. Hmm, but do I really want to get somewhere?