This is the only lonely picture

Waiting on my floor, littering my shore. This is the last true burning letter given to a girl,

written by a boy living in a world created to destroy.

Quadfest was amazing. I feel summer tingling from the tips of fingers to the tips of my toes.

I have escaped wonderland, but I am positive I will eventually return. Maybe summer will

become a new strange version of wonderland. This seems like a hard concept to grasp because

wonderland is always strange. It's a place to escape, so why do I feel the need to fall down

a rabbit hole one day, but crave real sunlight within twenty-four hours?

I have so much to learn about myself. Optimism is the only way to persevere and I have proven

to myself that my persistence will pay off in the long run.