This story is a sequel to A Story About You

Read something else.

"She was glad to be home, but then she read the things that had been written for her.......and then.......she felt something else."

Applejack took a wrong turn in the desert.

Oops.

Trigger Warning: Vague Minimalism

"Stoner approved" - Zyrah

"What...? I don't even know what to say and/or think about this." - PonyDragon

"this story made me question my existence"- Shocks

"This felt like some kind of weird, abstract poem. Very different writing style that I don't see much of on this site. Good story, but honestly it left me feeling a bit confused. Like, wat?" - Game-BeatX14

"same,"- CrispySparrow

Lyra would like to ride her bicycle today. Yes, her bicycle. Yes, THAT kind of bicycle. You know very well what I am talking about, don't play dumb with me. Yes, the kind of bicycle that you sit on, and pedal with your back hooves, and it takes you magical faraway places, like the library, or the bookstore, or mysterious and faraway lands that seem eerily all too familiar, or that portal to the 42nd dimension that just opened up behind Quills and Sofas. Was that always there?

Look, there in the Sky! Diamond tiara, just floating! Wow! How bizarre! So strange! She looks confused. What is she doing up there? Yes, that is something to be concerned about. Nothing else matters. The cotton candy clouds do not matter. The roads of soap, are also no concern of yours. Forget those things. Nothing at all is wrong, remember that. The days and nights are all functioning normally, books are not glowing with mysterious and unmentionable light. Nothing is wrong. We are all normal. NOTHING HAS CHANGED
Thinking about those things can only cause you harm. Thinking can only cause you harm. Everything can only cause you harm. You should Look at the Sky and Diamond tiara floating there. How could you not notice her there? Nothing need concern you but Lyra, and the Sky, and Diamond tiara.
Are you confused? Do you need help? WE ALL NEED HELP.
Welcome to Equestria my dear friends, where the fun only stops when you start questioning the mysterious shapes that roam your neighborhood! The ones rounding up the children and your neighbors to keep you safe! Yes. Safe.

YOU ARE SAFE

Lyra will probably ride her bicycle today. Perhaps, she will ride her bicycle to where Diamond Tiara is. Maybe they will talk about stuff. They do not know each other very well.
But they will.
This message has been brought to you by DISCORD IS NOT BACK. THE PRINCESSES ARE STILL IN COMMAND. STOP SAYING THAT THEY ARN'T YOU ARE BEING A PARTY POOPER NO ONE AT ALL. STOP PUTTING IDEAS IN THEIR HEAD PINKIE PIE. EVEN THOUGH IT LOOKS VERY STRONGLY LIKE DISCORD IS BEHIND THIS, HE IS NOT ACTUALLY BEHIND THIS TRUST ME! THE SYSTEM IS NOT DESIGNED TO BE FLAWED YOU ARE MAKING IT HARDER FOR EVERYONE BY ASKING QUESTIONS. EQUESTRIA IN SAFE HANDS THE END IS NOT NEAR STOP IT. NO ONE IS DOING THIS TO US FOR THE LAST TIME I SAID STOP. LOOK THAT MARE IS STILL SITTING DURING THE EQUESTIAN ANTHEM TRAITOR TRAITOR! YES BE CONCERNED ABOUT THAT. GRIFFINS! POISON JOKE! UM...THINK OF THE FOALS THINK OF THE FOALS!!!...FOR EQUESTRIA!

The Sun is the Son of Princess Celestia.

Literally.

As you can imagine, having a celestial object for a child is quite a challenge.

There is sex but it isn't sexy or sexual.

Once upon a time, I did not like rocks.
In fact, I was more of a fan of socks.
But very soon that would all change
Upon the visit of one who was strange,
My heart and my life, how he rearranged.

"Adorable and sad, and a poem to boot! I love it."- Admiral Biscuit

"Holy s**t, this is the best poem I've read in a long time."- Eppie Genetic

""A fine tale, one that shouldn't be taken for granite." -HuffandPuffington Post."- sevenofeleven

It cannot end good, it cannot end bad, we will all end, probably lost and very sad, so I think after it all comes to pass, the best thing for any of us to hope for besides sanity long since abandoned, is a bucket of chicken deeply fried. Or at least one measly drumstick.
once in a while you get shown the light,
Inspired by this, among other things
in the strangest of places if you look at it right
Some people write stories while drunk. Not I.

Applejack was in her room, before Applejack walked in. They both bear arms, pointed at each other. The one with no hat believes Applejack should be thankful.

Spike kinda messed up. Pretty bad this time. He didn't do something he was supposed too, and now Twilight is throwing books. She is screaming, and throwing books at ponies from the windows of her castle. She is not throwing books at him, mind you. Shes throwing books at the cops, because someone called them. Who called the cops? Why is she throwing books? Only Spike knows, and he sure isn't telling. The police think it is very suspicious that he "doesn't know anything at all Officer." The situation is even more perilous than it seems, because Spike has a decent amount of weed hidden somewhere in the castle. The castle where a very anti-narcotics branch of the government gathered outside. I am sure that is a problem, that will surface as events unfold.

It is probably worth mentioning that you should not do anything illegal, such as throwing books at police officers. That would probably be a bad move. Don't do that. And if you did do that, it's not my fault. I told you not to, shame on you.

Be forewarned that this is an incredibly dumb story.

Once I sat upon a porch, writing by only light of torch.
Then from inside the house I hear, the things that I most hate and fear.
Dishes breaking like my heart, the dishes breaking and falling apart.
I clutch at words concerning what I hold dear,
As well as things I come to fear.
The words that spill from within my mind,
Speak of things in my home I find.

Rated Teen for : brief mention of suicide.

Wolf newman was kind enough to do a reading, you can find it here.

Why is it that some gods weep? Do they perhaps have secrets to keep?
Secrets lost so deep within the mind, Their master will, no doubt, be hard to find.
If you can relate then I do feel for you, But fear not because I do too.
If not, then do not scoff. You have not felt pain, until you have been lost.
All and all take your time, there is plenty in which to read this poem of mine.