Writing

I’m sorry I got that question wrong.

I’m sorry I can't move on.

I’m sorry I'm not smarter.

I’m sorry I couldn't be stronger.

I’m sorry how I take on as much as I can

Sometimes I look into the reflection and see the little boy with forest green eyes 

begging the world to end so he wouldn’t feel anymore. 

But then I see an old cripple 

A frail professor paced back and forth across the classroom, waiting for the class to file in and sit in their respective seats. He was excited; an interesting lesson was coming up. 

Start Scene

Future Della, a girl with black hair cut short, looks up. She does a double take when she realizes that she isn’t in her bedroom. 

“Hi, Viktor! I didn’t think that I’d see you here!” 

Dear Diary, 

It was burning. 

The temperature had to be at least 100 degrees. 

It was so hot that it muddled my mind, coating my thoughts in molasses.