Writing

The songbird sings of hope

Hope it does not own

In pure silence, it copes

Aching all alone

It ensures joy to all

To all but itself

These metal bars trap me

But they will never catch my mind

It sees things others can’t

If they someday do, they will find:

An endless, magnificent sky

Introduction

I hate that all that's left

of your memory

is a couple of Polaroids

A couple of photos I snapped because I didn't know what else to take photos of

I hate that.

Nothing could ever capture your spirit

Clumsy

Clunky

I've had bad days but not like this

Why isn't it falling into place?

It feels like I'm forcing my fingers to move

And they're not in sync with my brain

With a little bit of luck, you can get exactly what you wished for. Charlie Reese has been wishing for the same thing ever since fourth grade.