The music playing softly in the background, the chirping of birds and frogs,the rush of cars on the highway. One day, they are all gone, the only thing I hear are the vioces inside of my head, the world around me has lost it's sound, o body makes any sense. I tell them they have no sound, the world has no music, they just look at me and open and close their mouths like fish. Everything is still, I can't hear the fire alarm when it rings anymore, can the other students still hear it? I can't wich one of us has lost our sound, me, or the world? I can hear the voices in my head, so this must mean the world has lost it's sound, not me, right? I could hear everything, even the drop of a pin if I tried hard enough. Then that day came, when the world's sound just disappeared, sucked into space, gone forever. How can I bring it back? No one else seems to notice that the sound is gone, so it's up to me I guess, to fix the world.
I live in borrowed skin belonging to a girl in love with dresses and daytime. She sits in my mind, dead to all else, telling me how to pretend.
She has faded fast as these months have passed, little more than a murmur when I need her.
I don’t want to need her.
I don’t want to have replaced her.
She deserved a life, longer than the short years She was given: full of sunshowers and starfire, cool nights and warm friendships.
She deserved a legacy greater than the one given to her, greater than the one trapped in this head I now inhabit.
She deserved a future. She gave me her future, Or, Perhaps, it was stolen from her, And I am what was left behind.
I will do my best by her, The girl with kind eyes and a large heart. I can survive her, let the world know she was good and true, show them all that she built me a solid platform to stand on, and that she would have wanted me to be true to who lives within this body now.
Out of respect to the girl whose borrowed skin can never be returned call me ze.
Tear down the tearers of trees and lives, lives and livelihoods within our own nation. Break what has broken and make new what has marred the face of our Earth, the Earth that faces such trials. Uproot disregard and reap understanding. Plaster all places with newspapers, spreading the news and who knews? of our world. Where one ship's shipment spills into a slick, a biological technology is being born to replace it. Water for oil, vegetables in vehicles that guzzled gasoline and fossil fuels, fossils That are outdated. And on with the day we say No! to delays. Because today I believe. I believe in the love and a treaty and above All else, that we all have that love and can sign the solution. I believe that before the world can change, we all must arrange a time and place in our hearts. Mother Nature is ready, waiting patiently, while we take our time time's a-wasting! It all starts with you.
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