Brockton

[8neversaynever7]

Today was a weird day. It started off with one of the most terrifying nightmares I have ever had. It ended with . . . I don't even know. Last night I dreamt that I was at a carnival and saw people falling from rides. I awoke to Regan tapping at the window; apparently she was locked out. I met a very interesting boy today. An 8 year old named Kevin who told me his cat was starving to death because his family couldn't afford to feed it. It broke my heart, to tell you the truth. It was pretty much impossible trying to put some hope into a kid's life when, as he claims, he only looks forward to dying. It's so hard to convince a kid that he is a good kid when everyone has been telling him the opposite all of his life. I refuse to give up, though. This is the first time I've ever really felt like what I was doing was important. However small a difference I have in this child's life, I hope it will be a positive one.

Wrote this poem the other day:

A quarter past nine
Like a quarter to seven
I found a hole
And mistook it for heaven
While you were painting lost words
That could have come from my head

Dear friend
How I regret our unmeeting
How I'm seething at the fact
That you would ever be hushed
So unawarely beautiful
You spoke what I cannot say
Living life like an unwelcome guest
Who never intended to stay