Writing

I'm tired of the yelling,

I just wish that it would stop.

And I'm tired of the lectures, 

Saying all I am is wrong.

I’m tired of the bruises,

And these voices in my head.

I’m afraid of the dark

And the art

I haven’t made

The places not stayed

And the overstayed welcomes I

Know not to inhale the stratosphere keep

Both feet on the ground

And look straight ahead

It's 12:34 AM on July 5th, 2025 and I still see fireworks going off in the sky.

I hear the booms, the bangs, the commotion of endless fireworks

going on for hours

still raging

on a brand new day.

I'm smiling to myself,

remembering,

reminiscing,

the good times.

The times where it was you,

and me,

against the world.

Who would stop us?

"listen close,"

you spoke as we lay sprawled out on the grass.

the festival's lights were bright.

the first firework of the night shot up.

"what comes first,"

"the boom or the light?"

Will Byers fell in love with his best friend Mike Wheeler.

Mike Wheeler was not in love with him back.

Mike Wheeler fell in love with a new girl with psionic abilities

Whose name was the number Eleven