19 June 2012
I'm the child that knew too much of a harsh world before he felt the warmth of its nicer side. With that came a tint of sadness in all that I was for a long time, and while the blue sorrow has mostly found its peace even now it rears its glum bow... a sad ship on a cheerful sea only it's sorrow rides the jovial crests of waves happy. Dampening jolly to good, subduing sweet to edible. I keep having to remind myself that the tint is only a frame of mind which I have to ability to change at any time I wish. Goodnight.
Blue Moon. • Opuss № I