I want to write poetry
Stumbling slowly out of my house gave me this sudden urge to cry. Bad thoughts murmur at the back of my head, making me fall more and more into a world of negatives.
Walking out of the building, I'm surrounded by the cold night's wind, the streetlights and the gentle breeze greets me with the most caring manner. I breathe in the air deeply to help me heal. Please don't cry.
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The music's pumping loud at my ears, just the way I want it to be. Surround sound moves the volume around me, maybe it'll help distract me from my thoughts.
Me and my thoughts.
I'm tucked in between two people on a sofa, I want to open up and tell them about...about....
Then their attentions are distracted and I forget what I was going to say anyway.
"Hey you okay?"
I pull a fake smile, "yeah" in reply, and for a moment I almost believed in my own lie.
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Her shadow's dancing in the backyard with the sparkles, she seems so happy and carefree, she smiles like a little kid. How cute.
They pick up the sparkles and throw it across the yard, it flies across the night sky like shooting stars. Happy birthday.