Follow the sound of the faery reel, through the green gate that leads under the hill. Dance in the light of summers long forgotten, but be wary of the one who would steal your heart, as the moons rise over hills with names long forgotten. Follow the thread of sky blue home. You will wake on the green sward, with a sore head, remebering and wondering if last night your were whiskey fed or piskie led.

no doors!
that's great. i wouldn't mind going a place without doors.
for some reason, it seems that remembering your own name is what will keep your identity intact when spirited away.
nobody holds power over someone who owns their own name.

that's something to think about for us enbies, don't you think?

today, I was sitting in a room. around me there was laughing and joking and all those things people do when they know each other. I was sitting in the back, silent and looking at my phone, turning it on and off, putting it in my pocket than taking it out again. I don't mind it, but something loneliness does eat at you. even someone like me gets tired of being alone and having no one to talk to. the shadow in the room that everyone sees but just ignores which hurts worse than being invisible

You've got me now.... 

it helps to some degree so I thank you but that's not what I mean at all

I'm just not good at this stuff.?
I can't tell if you're being literal, or metaphorical, etc, and sometimes don't even know what that means..?

Not just you, everybody..? Ya know how it feels to be a 6 year old in a room full of college students.? That's me most of the time..