Looking up.
Stars softly glowing high above.
Feeling small
Wondering what is out there.
The moon.
A spotlight illuminating the earth below.
Knowing you are part of something far far bigger.
Looking up.
Stars softly glowing high above.
Feeling small
Wondering what is out there.
The moon.
A spotlight illuminating the earth below.
Knowing you are part of something far far bigger.
I am speechless.
All the bullshitting and lies
from our government.
OUR government.
They say that they are protecting us.
That's not what I see,
"Don't believe your eyes."
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
I woke up just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, go to school. It was all normal up until recess. I was on the swing set the first time I saw him. A shadow of a figure that looked. . . like me?
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