Smelling the flowers
By V the Poet.



Smelling the flowers, on sweet July

Their essence reaching the towers high

So close and yet so far away

From the tower in which I stay.

The letters creep up the hall

Some have been there since last fall.

The flowers' smell going up the stairs

Moving its way throughout the air.

A smell so sweet, a smell so fair.

It really takes me back.

But now I have things to do.

Letters to send, companies to sue.

But sometimes, in the morning dew

I stop and smell the flowers, too

I know, I know, I'm a poet. I'm supposed to be beautifully weaving my words together and all that...but what happened while I was sleeping? I will have to ask my eyes on the outside, @ginnia007. But, for right now, I've got a LOT of letters to write, so if you absolutely need to contact me, get the postman to tap dance your message in Morse code when he drops off my daily delivery of letters.

-V the Poet

I have woken up from my slumber. What day is it? What time is it? I feel like I've been asleep for a long, long time... hopefully I'm not late for my classes today.

Edit: I am now aware that I have been sleeping for the past 3 months. My feng shuei must have been messed up.


-V

Some people have been (rudely) asking me about why my posts have been so erratic recently. First of all, didn't your mom ever tell you it's rude to ask a writer about their writing frequency?

But to answer the question, although I may be a reclusive poet, I am, first and foremost, a student. Since you all are students too, you know that the end of school usually means finals. I took, have class finals, and have been rigorously studying in preparation.

For the record, I am still writing letters to people. But my free time that I usually spend writing posts has been taken up by studying. I've said numerous times about how important it is for me to get good grades, but finals are especially important.

Never fear, my dear readers, for I will return to my daily schedule after the school year ends. Since this is a dorm school, students stick around for the summer.

Summer is said to be a very exciting time for PsyHigh. Mind you, I'm just a freshmen, so I haven't experienced a PsyHigh summer yet, but I have very reliable sources.

My goldfish has settled in nicely, although Sam, Samuel, and Samantha don't seem to think well of him. Those pesky bat things keep trying to eat him. Speaking of which, I've received a lot more letters from the Wild Beast Containment and Protection Agency about them. They say such nonsense as,"they are an extremely rare and dangerous species of beast" and "if you don't let us eradicate them, it could cause chaos to ensue". Crazy talk, I say.

My old friend, Chester, recently sent me a letter. How nice.

Oh, and one more thing.

The Weasel Kids Group, or whatever it is you call yourselves, I hear your cries for rebellion. I say go for it, it might reveal the elusive Green Teen.

Hey. Sorry about my last message being a bit depressing, I just had that 3am mood. Just because you can't see me doesn't mean I am not a person.

I got my goldfish. The current top name idea is Gary, given to me by Luther. Sam just wanted to name him Sam, and I got an anonymous request to name him "HEAT LAIR". The last one made me laugh a lot.

Which is why I am asking you all for name requests. I trust my fellow students to give me a good name idea. I hope this doesn't end poorly...

By the way, to a certain @Bad Geranium, I think I might have a vague idea where your flower is. But it's not gonna make you happy. I think that the flower has to be in the forest nearby the school. I mean, the flower has to take roots SOMEWHERE. But, as we already know, gang activity is plentiful there.

I can't go and help myself, but I can keep my eyes peeled for it from my little window. That's all I can really do.

I gotta hit the books, I'm beginning to fail a few classes, and I can't just sit around and let that happen.

Hey.

I'm still here.

Still writing.

Still watching the world burn.

I finally got out. I was stuck in my bathroom for over a week. Was not very fun. I had water, but no food. I feel like I could eat a transdimensional horse. I noticed that the outside isnt safe anymore. Psyhigh is being taken over by gangs.

I refuse to take any part of it (not like I can, being stuck up here n all), but I doubt my fellow classmates will be able to resist.

Hopefully I didn't miss too much school. I was lucky enough to have some writing supplies in the bathroom, so I was able to write even when I got stuck.

I have to end this early. I have plenty of letters to write about and plenty of trails to watch over.

My head hurts. I woke up in a throbbing pain all over. I think I might be sick. Must've been from going outside.

Not leaving your room does horrors to the immune system. Oh well, it's probably just a cold, anyways. I'm currently looking for my thermometer to take my temperature.

I don't know if I'm up to writing letters today. I mean, we'll see, but it might just be a day for me to binge-watch some shows.

Make sure y'all dress weather ready.

Besides my sickness, I've written plenty of important letters. It's time to celebrate, because I wrote the 15,000th request to join the watchers yesterday!

Woohoo, 15,000 sent, 0 responses. See y'all again at 20K.

Jokes aside, I wrote the final details for my application to own a pet, so now all that's left is to buy a goldfish and a tank. My bat friends had a new child, calling them Samuel.

I wrote some requests and lots of response mail. Also aced my most recent Occulus test. At least I'm doing well in ONE class...

Anyways, I need some rest, I'll see ya (but you won't see me).

I've been so focused on my studies I haven't had time to write. All day, it's write letters, study, write letters, study...

What's worse is that the dangerous beast containment and control center (the DBCCC for short) has been trying to talk to me about Sammy, Samantha, and Sam. I don't want them to take my bag buddies away, but they won't pay off me.

I'm doing okay in my classes. By okay, I mean barely scraping by. Enough to keep me away from in-person lessons, sure, but...

Regardless, good enough is good enough. Oh, you may be thinking,"But you said you've LITERALLY been studying day in and day out, how are you just barely passing your courses?"

For one, shame on you. Don't just assume that studying automatically gets one better at something. Practice is only good if you practice the right things.

Secondly, I haven't been studying for school. I've been studying for a way to find that flower that found the leaf.

I infiltrated the greenhouse and everything just to talk to it, which was a scary experience. It was the first time in ages I've gone out, and I don't think I'll be doing it any time soon again. The flower wasn't there.

I asked the other flowers where it was, but they said it walked away. HOW does a FLOWER walk away?? I searched every pot and basin for a trace of the flower, but no dice.

I've been trying to figure out where it went, and all while continuing to write my letters. Haven't gotten a ton of sleep, so my apologies to anybody who got a letter of mine in sloppy handwriting.

I finally cleared the buildup that occured due to my absence, so I can finally write in my journal again.

Oh, and my goldfish is on its way (hooray!)

Surprise, I'm back. Had a lot of writing to do, been very busy.

I'll post a little later, just know that I am not dead.