Mellow's Dear Diary

Heart can fight many battles and endure numerous scars. I have built a fort to protect it. The heart still tries to empathize through cracks in the fort.

I light up with a single match stick but I neither brighten up the place nor burn the hand that lit me. I flicker and melt the candle that holds me. Candle keeps melting even though it isn't at fault.

Fairyland lays beneath  Creek dances its way to the lake Warms my healing heart.

The Sky is dark. Sun hasn’t woken up yet but I have. Patios decorated with colorful lights give a christmassy glow. Little fairies fly by like a cool wind and wraps me like a blanket. I smile holding a cup of hot chocolate taking in their magic.