You can never really tell when it’ll happen, when a certain something will die

It’s not a human, it’s not an animal

But the death of something can kill a living being, the death of feeling happy.

Happiness is what keeps most going, take that feeling away?

When your happy begins to shrivel and die, your body becomes a husk of dark emotions

Your mind turns black, your eyes turn red

The death o...

If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm

When a shooting star flys, then I begin to brainstorm

To search for a wish, to search for a want

I like to ask for things, I love to have thousands of wishes.

Though none ever come true, it’s alright

Wishes would fly, a tornado made of many glowing bright

Wishes would fall, wishes would snow

My wishes would make up a storm, made of fros...

Everything starts somewhere

The bloom of a flower has a start

Even a breath of fresh air

Even those who’re born smart

Maybe my start happened already

When I first opened my eyes

Or when my heart first went steady

Maybe my first lies

I know something is waking

I believe I’m growing wings

Wings that’ll take me away

I’ll finally be clipped of my strings

I won’t be known as a stray

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Entry 1 - Lily age 6 - April 17th 2013

Dear diary, today at my appointment with my therapist, she told me to write to my future. She wanted me to do this to show my future self how much I’ve grown. Which I don’t want to do because it’ll take forever.

Anyways Mrs. Tyke has been trying to get me to talk about the event. I suppose I’ll write about it in here, just not today.

Entry 6 - Lily age 10...

The breeze rushed passed me, blowing my hair violently to the side as I stared. I looked out at the place I called home for so so long. A place I would now leave.

I admired the crumbling wood swing set, one swing somehow lower than the other. The ropes holding the rotten seats up were fraying. Each tiny strand breaking brought the set closer to death. I remembered standing on the swings for the f...

A crunch of fallen leaves would usually break one out of a trance. Any sudden noise, a rock getting dislodged, sticks snapping. But this man was lost. Lost in a world far away from his home reality. I could tell by the look on his face and the story in his eyes. I’d help him find a map back home.

I approached the man carefully with practiced steps. Sliding up next to him, I stared at the landscap...