acctually, it's a poem about forcing changing apon ones self, obliverating the old you and making a faux new one i think
I think this part is done now. Donovan is a character i made up...i would like to have the stories he is in on Elfwood...but things may get weird...um..unaccepiable...a mix of sci-fi, and fantasy...with horrish realistic aspects. The first line was inspired, by me coming to my granparents house after school (i was droped off there), and the 'second to the last inhabitant' died, a dog. You near grow up all your life somewhere, and every other time you visit somone dies, cat, cat, cat, grandma, dog, dog....and next?