For SquimpmunklvrA little girl.That's really the only way to describe her. She was tiny by nature, short in stature, thin as a rail, a tiny, tiny thing. She was not, however, malnourished or unloved. She was, in fact, very loved by the both of her parents, who worked very hard to provide her with nice toys and games for her love, when all she really needed was them.Her parents hard work had provided them with a nice house out in the country, a long commute for the both of them but it was worth it to ensure a proper upbringing of their daughter.She spent many days alone, just playing by herself in their large backyard that lacked a fence. Trees surrounded it, and she knew better than to go into the trees. She would often look up at the sky, as most little girls do, and point out pictures in the clouds and dream of flying in the sky. She always thought that maybe, just maybe if she kept looking, something would come by and she'd be able to fly somehow.A child's dream, really.One day, she
Dear 2010Dear 2010,Please don't be horrible. Sincerely,The World.
Love, Life, FearStop your crying.I'm not lying.Everything will be alright.There is no need for fright.Little child, you are free.One day, please see.That the world has so much to give.As long as you open your eyes, take it in, and live.
Beatles4eveah"G-Grandma?"Juli asked her grandmother, a usually calm woman, who was now running around the room frantically."Yes, dear?"She said sweetly, throwing books off a shelf."What are you doing?"Her grandmother smiled sweetly at her. Juli was only staying with her for the week during her winter break and since she arrived everything had been calm (re. Boring)"Oh, an old friend of mine is coming over. She's from Romania and travels a lot-""Why are you tearing apart the house?"Her grandmother stared at her and told her something that she never in her life thought she would hear her grandmother say."Gypsies don't particularly like order much, dear."Juli raised an eyebrow."Gypsy? So she traveled around a lot and what? Did belly dancing or something while someone else stole wallets?"Her grandmother chuckled."She was a fortune teller. Although sometimes I think that she can do more than just tell the future. Maybe, just maybe she could change it."Her grandmother gave a dreamy sigh, th
To Love AgainShe asked me what was wrong.I guess she cares about me a lot,to constantly ask if I'm okay.There were so many things wrong,with me, my life, the way I am,I couldn't possibly explain it all to her.I told her "Nothing." as I shrugged my shoulders.I knew she didn't buy it, but she left me alone,she accepts me, and my personal space.I love her for that.As I spent my lonely walk home,I thought to myself,"What is wrong with me?"I could've at least told her something,something to ease her mind maybe?Maybe it was the sky,and how blue it was today,No, it was too beautiful to be an excuse.Could it quite possibly have been the fact that,there wasn't a single cloud in the sky?That kind of thing always bothered me.The song I was listening to,didn't really help my problem.Its always the same, no matter what song it is,the drums always tell their own story.The guitars and bass have their own vibe and sound,to show how grungy they can be, or how elegant they are.But the drum