Real name: Not Holly. 8D

I just had a birthday.

I want to believe in justice.

I like goldfish and bright colors and how the snow makes the subway seem quiet.

I hate the way glass breaks, but I know it's beautiful.

I'm thinking of you.

I'm thinking of you, and you're made real by the perfect singular way you choose the words you do, the order they fall together in, the people you create.

I'm believing.

Stuff:

Theory of Radiance- this is my babeeee. (Okay, not really, but you know what I mean... right?) I've been mulling the idea over in my head for about three years now, but I wrote the actual story (64000 words) in one month. Woo! Now I'm editing it and posting it for you to read. Please comment if you can~ you shall be luffed forever~

crash.- this is a poem. You may have noticed. 8D

Maybe- just some fluff for my creative writing class. A very small piece of a very large story. (Update: it is part of the story of the characters from "Theory". Lite is actually the Moon and Amarynthine/Amy is the Sun!)

enigma- I have no idea where this came from, I just started writing with some lines from an old poem and this whole weird dream-thing developed. Is it even possible to understand this?