The trees of today's rebirth is so tall& hollow.
Like a land of helloween.
Who left me here?
I'm my white dress& cream shoes and hair soaked from dew.
No flowers. No Sun. No friendly creatures.
Lord, where do i go from here
there, lays the hand-written directory i can't define.
Its like a twice-canceled postage stamp.
But i think it says, this point is just my aquaintance.

yay.