Writing

I was small and stained with summer 
sun, grass blade knees, and scrapes 
all over. Morning dew and wild schemes, I lived 
inside the world of dreams where faeries hid 

Friendships are complicated—sometimes they bring joy, and other times they hurt. 

Sometimes they feel full, and other times lonely. 

But just staying by someone’s side—just being part of their life—that matters. 

The white rabbit ran past Alice towards the well, yelling "We're late for a very important date!" And then he threw her a pocket watch and jumped into the well.

This is not the way.

Attacking people simply because they're creating a weapon we already have?

Why should they not make protection?

I mean, if we attack them for making this weapon, why don't we just attack ourselves?

Okay, so this is a bit different from what I usually post, but I need to get some stuff off my chest.

​there's this guy 

funny 

smart 

athletic 

shorter than me though 

i've known him awhile 

since third grade when i​ came to our small school