My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why  
I got out of bed at all  
The morning rain clouds up my window  
And I can’t see at all  
And even if I could, it’d all be grey  
But your picture on my wall  
It reminds me that it’s not so bad  
It’s not so bad
 
She washes down the pills with a cup of cold water, to keep her mind from disintegrating.  
The drawings on the wall, reminds her again…  
Why she persists, why she keeps herself alive, even in the deepest isolation.  
The princesses who inspire her daily.
 
“Maybe one day I will be invited by Celestia and Luna to the Grand Galloping Gala… They will recognize my devotion to their heavenly works.”  
Thus dreaming, she returned to her astronomical tables.
 

 
Commissioned from pandan009!