Just a thoughtMany nights I wish I could be here. I wished I could draw here. But those days are most likely over. You may wonder, why, why must they be over? But you see, I can only tell you in a vague comment.I am being punished for my sins, though it is not about religion. It is about a crime against nature itself. For what person am I to defy it? My life barely means a thing to anyone here now, though I wished it did.Some may have already forgotten me, but I have tried to remember them. Do not feel unhappy for me, even though I am wallowing in troubles, for I do not want to be seen as selfish. I truly just wanted something to say, because I cannot say
Fly Away Fly AwayThe lightning bug flew silently into my room. It gently landed onto my blanket; there was no noise upon its drop. His underside kept blinking on and off. It made me think of times when my sister would walk in, glare at me for turning the light off before she was in her bed, and flash it back on. He decided the up and down from my breathing was too much of a roller coaster for him; he flew back out the window, never to return. I watched him leave, gazing for a moment out the window. I then turned away from the light of the window. "I wish I could fly away from here just as
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