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A Fairy Song

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. 

-William Shakespeare

sometimes silence is the best way. not talking at all.  I felt alone. i want to be a fairy. a happy fairy. singing all day long and flying over the city. watching the yellow light bulb. kissed by the moon. having a conversation with the wind all night long. i'm bored. i'm bored of being a normal kid. 

i wish i was a mask. i'm just lying there in a table or hanging on the wall. watching all of the people with mask seeing mask. what's that? a crying teenager with a happy mask, and a devil with an angel mask. i can see them. because they're my friend. i want to be a mask. stay awake  in a cold night and not getting cold.