So now I'm all alone and thinking of you and isn't that a miserable
place to be?
When nobody visits and nobody calls the world becomes whatever I want it
to be
Except happy
And what's really the point of all this glitter and fluff if it's all
just for me?
Nothing to do with it except watch it turn white with dust while I talk
to the dust bunny
Who talks to me
I could eat ice cream morning, noon and night 'till I drown in a vanilla
sea
And tell all my best jokes, the ones you always find funny
But you're not with me


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Aeguary, in the year 355 AF.