Midnight masquerade and here I am putting a cover over my face for a story to tell. There's always so much to talk about when you're dancing under the shower but nothing ever seems to appear on paper later. My thoughts always seem to fly away just like my hate for you which never existed.
I recall the call that once was made because I was so important to you however you seem to have perished in person although not from my heart. Good friends come and go and great ones fight on to stay they say or maybe I say. You're worth fighting for for you're great indeed and you're so great that I intend to fight with you.
Am I at fault for correcting mistakes and making changes that will bring about outcomes of greatness and a cleaner soul? Days from now I shall never understand what I just typed here however as of now your ignorance is no bliss to me for it only kills.
Creping in this petty phase you are and I wish that you would simply exit from that state of self-inclination. I'm self-inclined myself but my purpose almost always seems to revolve around the ones I love more than my loved ones and you may put yourself in this category of which I call my selflessness. I utter pure nonsense I know. I'm just all emotional that you're being so painful in shunning me.
I did no wrong says everyone and I shall fall in this stream too however I shall be most willing to be ignorant of my rights and voice just so you would speak to me again and just so I could meet you again and just so our friends can be but only if you will let them be.
I desire friendship far too much and I desire the painful death that comes from the wrecking of it. I know not of what I speak and I wish so that it stays that way for I am in a high to seek for your cold humour and insults once more that will set me to tears that are far less hurtful than the ones you are giving me now.
You treat people as if they are so oblivious and you are so precious but you are no precious at all but to me and the ones who love you so and so take them into consideration and be a soul with some warmth for I have seen the brighter side of you with which I fell in love with once and forever. The melancholy I use must not be misunderstood for a love so impure but it should be taken as a love worth fighting for and that my dear child is called friendship.
Never did I imagine that I would find lucky charms that complete my rainbow and if you were to be so cold as to come out of it then there simply can be no colour in my life. Excuse my nonsensical blabber but please just please be so kind as to send me a greeting and I shall type here no more.
With Love
ISABELLA
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