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Collect the raindrops left scattered on the ground, cut the dying trees before they die. Live with your hands until you die in your mind.

If only they thought of everyone

Not just themselves

Think about it

Millions of people

Saved 

What about the people who can’t help themselves

I love the sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the trees

The same leaves that in due time turn red and orange and yellow

The same leaves that protect us with food and warmth and air to breathe

Peace is the answer

Peace is the one thing we should all be able to agree on

But we can’t

Life is hard

Conflict is hard

Come together for peace

A common goal

A world of peace is all it takes

What is art? What a question. There are so many answers and so many opinions. But I think art is technique. Art is passion. Art is love. Art is writing. Art is human. You are art. I am art. Art is amazing.

I was cold. I shivered up in my sheets and peeked out my window into the night. The moon was stone cold, making me shiver even more. I leaned back and my head hit the pillow, and I pulled the blankets over my head. I began to feel dizzy.