Lizzy_Rights

I am a girl.
I am a student.
I am a representative of the "dream-daughter."
But...
Why?
Why should I try so hard to impress the unimpressable?
I am wrong.
I am not trying hard enough.
I am forgetfulness.
I am wrong.

As the sun slowly made its steep climb over the horizon,
we sat together on the wet grass,
marveling over the beautiful shades of pink and orange.

The light was pushing away the darkness of the thunderstorm from the night before.

 Everything was dark. It felt as though it had been weeks, months, years. I'd lost all concept of time. I tried to run, to scream, but nothing happened. I was stuck in a cold realm of shadow, with no way of escape.

 As the tiny lights danced along the edge of the cabin, framing our faces in the pale yellow light of the fading sun, we danced to the songs we learned in elementary school.