Heh, heh. I mean, hello. Weh-ell, here we are. Um, seven months later. To be honest, I haven't been writing much lately, since senior year is just plain crazy. Plus, that whole I'm-unreliable thing hasn't changed. Anyway, I've returned to my beloved Place with No Mirrors at last, and where I am (five poems ahead, methinks) is kind of like "Part Two" or something. Really, the actual plot may be beginning soon.

I know that I'm unconventional and confusing and almost never update and aren't even that good all the time, so thank you for sticking with this story. I will return the favor by sticking with it as well.

WARNING: Lack of capitalization, and the usual vagueness.

CLAIMER: Yes, all mine! Except the cursed prince into beast thing. Yeah. I'm actually okay with claiming this one, because I like it (it's original, which is nice), especially the last two stanzas.

it's unbelievable
that I'm home once more
I can't believe
that I am home

it's unbelievable
it's as it was before
I can't believe
I'm not alone

someone commanded the magic
to carry me here
and I sometimes hear movement
next to my bed

someone commanded the magic
and trailed me near
and I sometimes hear movement
feel a hand on my head

I'm just waking up
I'm almost asleep
I'm half-way between
awake and in bed

carry on, brave soul
no cause to weep
I'm half-way between
the living and dead

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