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I am four

and a self-proclaimed 

hero of bravery.

The plane whirs in my ears,

loud and incessant and monstrous,

but I sit as soundly as I can.

Solemn and stoic,

One thing that made me stop and wonder these past weeks is power lines, which is weird, I know, but I have a logical question too. Why did they put power lines above ground?

As an author I now pledge my allegiance to a free space, to not judge others for their fascinations.  

I wish to allow others to dream and bleed mine out on paper; A dream is no longer a dream with me, it’s a story.

Something that makes me stop and wonder is the thought that everybody sees the world through their own perspective.

The last time I smiled was when I was sitting on my living room floor. I was on my living room floor smiling and laughing with my sister about how I need to get my grades up.

I’ve never believed in coincidences. The idea that things just happen because they happen has never fallen true in my mind. I’m more of an “everything happens for a reason” type of person.