Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,a message for the world.'If I scream as loud as I could,would you be able to hear me?Thrown into the oceanfor the sea to swallowthe single sentence.As the sea swallows its prizeshe lets out a horrible hollow cryfor the world to hear.The world does nothingbut capture her scream and store it for laterwhen it asks why she criesand why she hurts.For if she screams as loud as she couldwould the world listen?Or is it just a message in a bottlemeant to be swallowed by the sea?
A Spring Morning SnoozeA child sits upon interminable acres of healthy green grass,each blade coated in the dew of a fresh spring morning.Cool, crisp air fills her lungs as she lies on her back;staring absent-mindedly up at the clear blue sky,the sweet scent of newly bloomed tulips and daffodils wafting around her.She spots a wild kitten strolling alongside its mother,Meandering in a care-free fashion through the calm field.The little girl sighs contentedly and closes her eyes;a light breeze blowing through her blonde curls.The sun beams its warmth down upon her as she drifts into a tranquil slumber.
My RoomMy room. A place of asylum and security. A decent sized space where four tall walls- once painted lavender- are overwhelmed with pictures and posters. A bed delicately placed in the center; a white desk and dresser occupying two opposite corners. A place to provide warmth in cold winters; to let cool autumn breezes in through its lace-curtained windows; to allow spring and summer daylight to shine and brighten everything that graced its presence. A place to change and rearrange as I wished and as I aged, going through countless stages of childhood fixations. A place of isolation; to be completely alone when desired. A place to complete chore