Salute to all.

I am SleeplessLavender (Sleptle for short...)

I am nothing special but I may be special to you (who knows).

I am random. I am weird. I am interesting. I am amazing (maybe).

And yes, I am Sleepless and I love the smell of Lavender in the night (ahahah all bow down to my creativeness)

Nah, just kidding.

I was thinking more of the sad blue-colored moonlight hittling the sleepless lavenders in the fields.

Or lavender under the ocean blue...

Or the sad lavenders that cry along the blue...

or...

You get the point...

Excuse my dry speech for I am SLEEPLESS and very worn out.

I'm very new here, but not in poetry and story-telling. I absolutely adore fanfictions.

I absolutely HATE HATE HATE people who intend to steal my ideas (even a sugar speck of it) and I don't appriciate people who take another person's imagination and make it into it's own (in other words, PLAGIARISM) but inspiration is accepted and flattering.

Yeah... So uh...

Enjoy my fanfics... yay...

(dot dot dot dottttt)

More about me...

I'm a person whose eyes are blinded by doubt.

The war I must encounter everyday

The screams I must scream

The cries of my struggle

Doubt's breath haunts me

The cold hue of which it gives

Makes me frozen to the ground

and devour me in the darkness

I'm stuck in a dark tunnel

and beyond this

is a door

that shines a light

the hope in which I stuggle to reach

This war

of tug-of-war

only makes me take steps of millimeters

This frustration

This fear

This determination

Makes me go on

Imagination is just an illusion

Of a beautiful world

in which I dream of

Yet I don't know how far this tunnel goes

Or how big that door of hope is

I'm just hoping the tunnel is short

and the door is tiny

so it's easier to reach,

break open

and break free...

My heart

still in a dye in which

I cannot erase

This certain dye

I want to disappear

yet I want to embrace it

the beauty of that dye

I can't let go

My heart

In a shade of blue and that

colored dye

cries out with tears

of black and navy

It never gave a clear tear

I just wish this dye can disappear

This wish that the dye was mine

will never happen

So I ignore my heart's needs

Yet is that a good idea?