Faenaleva

It always gets better. Even when the world seems to be plunged into darkness, even when all hope seems to be gone. It always gets better. As long as you keep walking, as long as you keep moving, one way or another. As long as you keep going in a direction that seems fit, and if the path you're on seems to be getting darker, find another that leads somewhere lighter. Some of us feel weak, some of us feel broken, but I assure you, we all have strength inside ourselves waiting to find its way out. Some of us need a guide, a hand to grab and lead us through the darkness, and that's okay too. Because as long as we make it through, as long as w

Hair long hand black Wavy and flowing Abilities like a cat Intuitive, yet never knowing. Her crown upon her head A fox's pelt Not alive but dead Though still remains svelte. Eyes deep and blue Full and entrancing Who ever knew To find her dancing. She is the Fox Queen Hair long and black Eyes deep and blue Abilities like a cat.

Emptiness is a feeling. A cold hearted feeling. One that makes you shiver. One that makes you feel alone. Even if you're surrounded; by a million others. Emptiness is a feeling. The feeling you get; when you walk down; a dark tunnel. A never- ending tunnel. It's the absence of life. The absence of warmth. It's like when you're in love, but you never receive it back. It's like coming home; to an empty house. One you don't feel, at home, one you feel; out of place and alone. Emptiness is a feeling. A silent disease. A somber solitude; A lonely cry- for help.

Do you remember the day? The day when the planes hit? The day when the towers collapsed? The day when the world fell silent, when the streets were filled with smoke and ash? Do you remember the day? The day when tears were wept? The day when fear struck most? The day when some were braver than any, when lives were taken for no reason at all? I wasn't there. I didn't exist But, I remember the day, I remember everyone who was. Even if I didn't know who they were. I've looked into the pools. The pools of emptiness. The pools of sorrow. I've felt the pain others of had. Starring down into the pools, the pools where the towers once stood.