The Moon.... The moon always makes me feel empowered. It makes me feel that I'm so close, but so far away... The moon makes me feel like I'm its kid and it pulls me in for a big hug with its gravitational pull, and with its controllment of the waves. The sun is a very distant friend that hasn't shown me its glorious beautiful rays of sunshine for as long as I can remember... The moon is me, the sun are my enemy's that I haven't seen the good side of...,and the waves, they are my close friends and family members that care about me so.
SmileEveryone can smile except me.Why is this?Is it because I'm different in my own special way?Is it because I believe in peace?Or is it because I can't wait for my moment of death, to visit god and know what the gospel is really about?No. It is none of this. It is because I am and always will be ,alone, in my mind. Forever to be unhappy and scared of myself. And what is trying to break free inside of me...
Love LifeTo Love Life is a gift.Though over time it may shift.Loving Life may one day lift you into time.The in a couple of years life will be as sour as a lime.Time may change you.But you can't change time.
My broken old kite.... D:My broken old kiteWon't take flight,But I must admit it has a lot might,My trusty old kite,Its more than damaged slightly,Its managed over 10 years of flight,My little brother took a biteOut of my kite,Then my kite and I got into a fight,And wrestled until the end of night.I reckon my kite use to be whiteBefore I used all my might to paint it with pink ink,Later that day I fell into a lake, not meaning to sink,My kite then got drenched in water.Then I rolled on the grass and got're covered in grass stains.And that's how my kite got all it might, its bite, it stains, its pink ink, and everything else.My kite is now repaired all ready for its next flight after tonight.