Everyday for years, I would pass the light blue house ,with the white picket fence, on Baker Street

Everyday, the owner would open the window just enough to let the pie she had baked cool

I loved the smell of those pies, they smelled like home.

Everyday, she would take a pie down to the cemetery and give it to the Gravedigger

When I would ask her why, she said you will understand when you get older

The days and years came and went

I went off to college and the lady still lived in that house

Whe I would come back to visit my family, I would always make sure to stop by the old lady’s home.

I just had to know why she would bring him a pie everyday

Over some tea and cookies, she explained that her late husband was killed in a car accident and that old Gravedigger dug her husband’s grave

Before that, her husband dug the grave for the Gravedigger’s late wife

She continued, ” Everything in this world is interconnected. My late husband used to tell me stories of how the dead would speak to him and tell him about how they died. But, for whatever reason, when I would bake him a pie, the dead would become suddenly quiet...then they would cheer and be joyful. So giving the Gravedigger a pie makes the dead happy as well as everyone else.”

I learned so much from this old lady that lived down the street from my childhood home

She was about sixty or so at the time she explained the pie giving to me

I was just barely twenty years old and somehow speaking with this old lady, I felt as though I had lived for hundreds of years.

The old lady had many wrinkles, pale blue eyes, and white hair...

And yet, had the youngest and purest heart.

After I finished college, I moved next door to that old lady’s house.

And everyday, I would help her share the pie.

....Until one day...

I went to see the old lady, but she was gone...

She had passed away

She left me a notebook that told me all of the stories that she never got to tell me

There were also pie recipes in the book

Mrs. Fondran was a very nice old lady

She cared about others and she taught me a lot about life

She sent me a letter shortly before she died , I recieved it after her funeral, that stated how I was the only one who ever cared about her the way she cared about others

She thanked me for taking the time to help her help others

Somehow even in death, Mrs. Fondran knew just what to say to make everything better

In her will, she bequeathed her home and it’s belongings to me

As long as I continue to help others as she did in her lifetime

I moved into the light blue house ,with the white picket fence, on Baker Street

I turned my house into a sort of homeless shelter so that I could help even more people

Everyday, I make pies for the Gravedigger and the homeless shelter

Pies make people happy...

So I tell you this with my dying breath, ” Spread Happiness not hate.”

That was what Miss Weber told me as she died in the hospital bed

She spent most of her life helping people as did Mrs. Fondran

... And now, I shall Spread some joy to Earth’s population

A city of wonder

Truly a magnificent place to visit

With interesting lore

My interest is surley kept

On the edge of the Rhine your natural beauty shines through

Oh Loreley, how your name is so well known

Every one knows your name

How are you able to handle the fame?

Loreley, oh how wonderful is thy name?

...Loreley...

There are no amount of words that could voice my sorrow

Nothing could bring you back to me

Nothing can bring us back together

You're gone and now there's nothing left for me in this world

Why did you leave me alone?

God, why did you steal away my only love in this world?

God, why can't you bring her back to me?

God, why was I holding her as she took her last breath?

God, Why?

You stole away my only happiness

You stole away my angel

... My joy...

She held me at my lowest points

She loved me at my darkest points

God, why couldn't you have taken someone else?

God, why did it have to be her of all of the people in the world ?

You saw as I held her limp corpse

You sat there watching as I sobbed over her body

You saw as I had to watch them take my beautiful blue-eyed angel away in a body bag

You saw as the culprit stabbed her six times

You saw everything and did nothing to save her

God, Why?

You knew how much I loved her

You did nothing to save my love

You can't really exist since you sat and watched her beautiful blue eyes go dark as the life drained from them

YOU DON'T EXIST

You let him take the only thing that made me believe that you existed

You let him take her away from me

Why did I have to work so late?

Why couldn't I have just stayed home and maybe she would still be alive

I was saved when she was safe

When my darling died, so did the God she believed in

I hear their voices, they tell me that I have special powers

Powers that not many know of nor have

I smell the strawberry fields from which these voices emanate

My head throbs as every voice becomes louder and louder

I take another pill and everything seems to become quiet

The strawberry scent still lingers, but the voices aren’t so loud

A knock at my bedroom door signals the arrival of my mother

She announces her arrival and enters my bedroom

She inquires about my health and my day at school

I inquire about hers

Then she leaves to prepare dinner

"She wants me to tell her about the secret strawberry fields", I think to myself,

"She wants to conquer those fields and claim them as her own".

I can't think that about my own mother.

I shouldn't ...

The fairies would be disappointed if I told anyone that such a place existed

I open my window to get some fresh air, I can see those strawberry fields just beyond the edge of the forest

If only those fields didn't exist, then I wouldn't have to protect them from the others

If only they would believe me instead of thinking that I was insane...

I have thought about my death one too many times before

I pictured my death many times over

I imagined how i would die

Would I be murdered?

Would I die in a car accident?

I knew from a young age that I would, indeed, die

As I grew older, I realized that I liked the thought of cremating my body

My will is already drawn up

Everything is in order

Even down to where I want my clothes to be donated to

I have everything set up with the morgue to cremate my body, but save my eyes

My eyes have seen everything

They will be used to buy my ferry ride across the river Styx

I’m sure Charon would love to have my eyes

Eyes that have seen pain beyond this realm of understanding

However, There is one more thing I must take care of before I die, ...

I must Tell you how much I love you. I know I never told enough, But I love you more than the number of souls doomed to an eternal Hell

I love you more than the number of stars there are in the night sky

I will never stop loving you, even as my soul is burned in Hell

I will always love you

I still remember all the times we spent staying up late, just laying in the meadow looking at the stars

Holding hands as we crossed the street

All those times you watched me taste each and every flavor of jelly bean, more than once, just to see which one I liked most

I loved how you used to smile when I came across a weird flavor: like buttered popcorn

You always made me laugh

You always made me smile

But you couldn't save me from myself

You couldn't stop the thoughts that tortured me even after you left me

You were the best thing to come into my life, but also the worst thing for me

You hurt me deep

It took so so many years to get over you

And here you are, you have returned to deprive me of my newfound happiness

You can stand there knocking at my door for an eternity, I won't answer

Save yourself the trouble and leave, don't ever come back

And if you ever knock at my door again, I won't answer

Putting my happiness before your own

Holding me through the tears and the screaming

Letting me know that it would all be okay soon

Loving me through everything

Never leaving me alone even though I asked to be

Always being there for me

Never knowing how much these actions impacted me

Never knowing that I would do the same for you

I wouldn’t leave you alone

I will love you through everything

I will be at your side through thick and thin

I will love you always

Our love goes both ways

You to me; Me to you

I find myself entranced by beautiful, old pines and sparkling fairies

The trees show me the way and the fairies follow me

The fairies whisper amongst themselves as to who they think I am

Though, I don't even know who I am

I found myself wandering through this wood and encountered these fairies just moments ago and they believe that I am the chosen one

The one the oracle spoke when he said that there would be a human girl to enter this wood and become the bride to the Forest King

These fairies told me stories about the Forest King

They said that if Iwas the one the oracle spoke of, then I was going to meet the King

Suddenly, I find myself coming to a clearing in the woods

Where all the woodland creatures gathered and surrounded this beautiful man

He approached me cautiously and gestured for me to take his hand

I did...

He gently led me to the center of the clearing and introduced himself as The Forest King

All of the creatures around us seemed to bow before us

The worshipped him, and worshipped me out of respect.

They didn't know me, but according to the oracle, I was the only one that could make

The Forest King happy and making him happy was the only way to keep the forest thriving

That would mean that all of these creatures would live a long time and give birth to their offspring and all of the fairies could have a safe haven for their families

All of these beautiful pine trees would still reach for the skies

If the Forest King weren't kept happy, this wonderful forest along with all that lives within it, could perish

I couldn't let the forest perish, nor could I let the King be unhappy

I will be at his side everyday and night ensuring his happiness and he will do the same for me

He and I will work together to help this forest thrive and live on for many generations so that our family can continue to rule over this forest

If only it weren't just a dream that I had one night

He runs his fingers through my hair

He paralyzes me

I can feel every tingle he leaves along my body as he caresses my skin

Evertime I try to free my self from him, he appears behind me and places his hands around my throat

He does this to remind me that I can never leave him

He is wickedness personified

I hate him

He demeans me constantly

Why do I love him?

Why can't I free myself from him

He will never let me leave no matter how hard I try

I could never let him leave even if he tried

We revel in the toxicity of our relationship

He lives in me

He is EVIL

He is the Evil Within

Shoes are interesting

They tell where their owners have been

Sometimes, they tell where their owners are going

Beach shoes tells you that the owner lives near the beach or maybe even, that their owners are going to the beach.

Heels suggest that their owners either enjoy a party or that they are a very hard working professional.

If shoes could talk, they might tell you that their owner stands for eight hours straight while working at a dead end job that barely leaves their owners with enough money to live on.

If shoes could talk, they might tell you that their owner is very anxious because they pace back and forth for an hour each night before bed.

If shoes could talk, they might tell you that they need a break because their owners over-use them.

But, these shoes don’t talk, so we’ll never know that their owners are struggling to support themselves.

We’ll never know how much those shoes mean to their owners

We’ll never know how much those shoes hurt because they can’t speak

You can tell a lot about a person by their shoes

Tennis shoes suggest that their owners are active

Sometimes the shoes can tell you what their owners could never openly admit.

If shoes could talk...