smcdonough

People think the dead can't talk, that's a lie.  The day was normal until there was a shadow at the door. Who would knock At this hour? I opened it.

Future is bright
New ideas are blossoming out
To the world

People become blind 
To the ideas not theirs
Not knowing consequences

But now eyes 
 Open, seeing, mad no more

Hope is to  leave and hope is to stay  
Hard work is the way for hope the next day 
Hope is what can carry you and should not be delayed  
You will think of hope and keep despair at bay   

In the future, I hope to start a goat farm somewhere in Castleton. I also want to help my cousin Ariana in Milton with her diner, tattoo and yoga place. I might start a bakery somewhere between Milton and Castleton too.

My English saddle is my favorite possession. If I could, I would live in the black leather saddle. It's comfortable to jump and gallop because it fits me. The saddle is important to me because I love horses and I love to ride.

Sun rising

Birds chirping

Rivers flowing

Trees swaying

Wind winding

Bees buzzing

Sun setting

Sky blackening

Stars twinkling

Owls hooting

Moon glowing

Me looking