The only remaining nostalgic
everyday was magick
almost completely manic
to people who can't handle this
certain situation without stress
my thoughts are such a mess
a little girl in a dress
obstacles are only a test

I can't seem to compensate
everything on this plate
every trinket in its place
trying so hard not to lose face
with this overwhelming desire
for a flame to transition into fire
does my mind really require
all of this intricate wire?

I find myself not alone
a child finally grown
no more painful moans
A friend I call home

to clarify any misunderstanding.. or miscommunication.. this is indeed about Evie

Home is one of my friends too.

I probably already met her right?