Adapting to living upstairs in a lonely room with barely no visitors is now called home. 

In a blink of an a eye Walnut is plucked and taken away from everything and everyone. Walnut has ever known to be left alone.

Walnut is tormented were apart and disappointment fills it's heart like the raging sea. And shys away upstairs that feels so unfair, muggy, and hot.  Is this my new reality or not.

Walnut is blue always saying, I don't know...

Or is Walnut fooling you? Am I laughing or crying maybe I have given up in my lonely room or just being groomed to surrender.

Is it heaven or hell I'll never tell...

To whom it may concern, Walnut Shell.