Untitled Stream of Conciousness

An envelope beside me,
A reminder;
Of failure and triumph,
Of hardship and releif.

A fragile princess still resides in this undecided body.
Atop the fence, a balancing beam, no longer a ground to fall upon.
Lost in the place that was meant to be home,
Home is Nowhere.
I forgot, that the memories held in this place are not plesant.
I smile and say "how I wish to return"
on the cliffs of despair what transpires is thus,
Unspoken, unheard.
Not alone.
New.
Three and seven.
My thoughts have no place, no home.
Let me keep them here, i have no carved box, no treasure trove no trinkets and no hiding holes. i have a blank screen and a silent tongue, parchment is too dangerous.
Tales and riddles, and stories to be told, a rambling mind only wanted you to know, I feel alone.
So far away from my dreams, from this percieved happiness. to Friend I am Failure. I am other words of that same letter too. But i have not the courage to wite three simple letters.

Oh dear, child, your time is running out. save your thoughts and depart. The terms are coming to an end.