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Guys, I just want you to read this. I wrote it and please comment . I wrote this because of a book so please I need your comment.
I looked up in the sky, sitting on the roof. The stars were shining so bright that it gave me the urge to grab them yet, I knew I couldn’t. Besides, if ever I did, I will take only one star but that star is owned by a friend. I can never take a friends treasure. It was her only property left and the only thing to remind me of her. Oh yes, the only thing. That friend I talk about is my one and only friend that knew me when I wasn’t out of my shell. I was always that person who people never notice. I guess my theme song is “Mr. Cellophane” in Chicago. People don’t know I am there. I mean they know that I exist but they never did mind me. When a person would say “Really, one of my group mates is that weird girl.” a person would say “What’s her name again?” which proves that I am not known. I was always alone, always sulking around for I knew I needed someone. That someone came; it was her, my friend. People would notice her because of her aura. Her aura was so alive, so charming, and so graceful. Only an emotionless and blind person would not notice her. Everybody wanted to be her friend, but she didn’t like them, instead she went to the last person people would expect her to be with, me. Yes, me. I never knew such a person would even notice me. I looked up at her and she just smiled warmly at me. We needed no words. All we needed was to look at each others eyes and we would know what was going on with each other. That was how we would communicate, I felt so loved and cared for. I knew our friendship was deep. She didn’t want me to change like those other people who would give makeovers. She just liked me the way I was, shabby and unkempt who always held paper and pencil to draw on for pictures. She would get the things I draw look at them and just smile. One day, she just took one of my drawings that I colored. The next thing I knew, it was frame on the wall of a gallery. It didn’t say my name, it just said anonymous. I guess she knew I hated to be known though I found out a lot of people liked the picture I drew. I hugged her after; she was shocked I guess because all I did was smile. Everything changed one day, when we were walking. I looked at her hand. There were bruises that I thought would really hurt if you just touched it gently. It had the ugliest color. I touched her hand and she flinched. I looked at her questioningly and all she did was shook her head, it was a sign of don’t mind it. The bruises just kept on appearing and all she did was shake her head. I just got a call one day to visit a room in a hospital that I knew was for swank people. No questions asked I went there to visit. I didn’t know who I was visiting or why. I went inside a room, it was so posh and I was overwhelmed. I was never rich; in fact, people would think I was poor but I was just alright. But then, something caught my eyesight which was a bed with something in it. I went near it and I saw a familiar figure. It was my friend! She didn’t look like herself. She had bruises all over plus she didn’t look as beautiful tall and graceful as she was. It was like she lost her aura. She looked so small and vulnerable instead of her invincible self. Tubes were stuck to her body. I sat beside her and her eyes opened slowly. She took my hand and tears from my eyes were flowing. I sat there for how long. I never left that room. I was just there holding her hand wishing and hoping that she was alright. All we did was look at each other in the eye and she would either shake or nod her head. She became sleepier and sleepier. One day, I was there holding her hand until then, I felt that her fingers were getting cold. I shook her. She opened her eyes; she held my face ever so softly and held my hand again. She shook her head and closed her eyes ever so slowly. I was wishing she as just sleeping. Yes, she was in slumber, in a slumber where she will never wake up again. There I cried m heart out with no one beside me. I held her hand until it was time to let go. Ever since then, I changed. I changed to a better person I knew she would be proud of. I was not the lonely artist that people never knew existed; I was someone who people knew already. I was almost like her. She acted like a star that showed me the true path with her light. And one night, I saw a star that shone almost as bright as the North Star. I thought of her immediately and named it after her. It was hers. The only thing that she owned that was left with me was that star. The other things that reminded of her were just memories. I was afraid that one day, they would fade away. So every night, I would look at the sky of to look for her star. I may have new friends but she was the best and first friend I had. Though words were never spoken between us, our friendship was mutual. I hope you guys were lucky was I am. Yes, I think of myself really lucky to have a star as my friend. I hope you can find someone like her; a true friend that always left their mark in our lives.
This was written by a girl with cancer. I guess I just wanted for you guys to read it because it really sends out a message.:) The girl has only six months to live
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"hi"
You'd better slow down.
~Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
I don't know the title of the song so yo know, I just made it up but I think you know the song somehow. The theme song of Spirits there.
I looked up in the sky, sitting on the roof. The stars were shining so bright that it gave me the urge to grab them yet, I knew I couldn’t. Besides, if ever I did, I will take only one star but that star is owned by a friend. I can never take a friends treasure. It was her only property left and the only thing to remind me of her. Oh yes, the only thing. That friend I talk about is my one and only friend that knew me when I wasn’t out of my shell. I was always that person who people never notice. I guess my theme song is “Mr. Cellophane” in Chicago. People don’t know I am there. I mean they know that I exist but they never did mind me. When a person would say “Really, one of my group mates is that weird girl.” a person would say “What’s her name again?” which proves that I am not known. I was always alone, always sulking around for I knew I needed someone. That someone came; it was her, my friend. People would notice her because of her aura. Her aura was so alive, so charming, and so graceful. Only an emotionless and blind person would not notice her. Everybody wanted to be her friend, but she didn’t like them, instead she went to the last person people would expect her to be with, me. Yes, me. I never knew such a person would even notice me. I looked up at her and she just smiled warmly at me. We needed no words. All we needed was to look at each others eyes and we would know what was going on with each other. That was how we would communicate, I felt so loved and cared for. I knew our friendship was deep. She didn’t want me to change like those other people who would give makeovers. She just liked me the way I was, shabby and unkempt who always held paper and pencil to draw on for pictures. She would get the things I draw look at them and just smile. One day, she just took one of my drawings that I colored. The next thing I knew, it was frame on the wall of a gallery. It didn’t say my name, it just said anonymous. I guess she knew I hated to be known though I found out a lot of people liked the picture I drew. I hugged her after; she was shocked I guess because all I did was smile. Everything changed one day, when we were walking. I looked at her hand. There were bruises that I thought would really hurt if you just touched it gently. It had the ugliest color. I touched her hand and she flinched. I looked at her questioningly and all she did was shook her head, it was a sign of don’t mind it. The bruises just kept on appearing and all she did was shake her head. I just got a call one day to visit a room in a hospital that I knew was for swank people. No questions asked I went there to visit. I didn’t know who I was visiting or why. I went inside a room, it was so posh and I was overwhelmed. I was never rich; in fact, people would think I was poor but I was just alright. But then, something caught my eyesight which was a bed with something in it. I went near it and I saw a familiar figure. It was my friend! She didn’t look like herself. She had bruises all over plus she didn’t look as beautiful tall and graceful as she was. It was like she lost her aura. She looked so small and vulnerable instead of her invincible self. Tubes were stuck to her body. I sat beside her and her eyes opened slowly. She took my hand and tears from my eyes were flowing. I sat there for how long. I never left that room. I was just there holding her hand wishing and hoping that she was alright. All we did was look at each other in the eye and she would either shake or nod her head. She became sleepier and sleepier. One day, I was there holding her hand until then, I felt that her fingers were getting cold. I shook her. She opened her eyes; she held my face ever so softly and held my hand again. She shook her head and closed her eyes ever so slowly. I was wishing she as just sleeping. Yes, she was in slumber, in a slumber where she will never wake up again. There I cried m heart out with no one beside me. I held her hand until it was time to let go. Ever since then, I changed. I changed to a better person I knew she would be proud of. I was not the lonely artist that people never knew existed; I was someone who people knew already. I was almost like her. She acted like a star that showed me the true path with her light. And one night, I saw a star that shone almost as bright as the North Star. I thought of her immediately and named it after her. It was hers. The only thing that she owned that was left with me was that star. The other things that reminded of her were just memories. I was afraid that one day, they would fade away. So every night, I would look at the sky of to look for her star. I may have new friends but she was the best and first friend I had. Though words were never spoken between us, our friendship was mutual. I hope you guys were lucky was I am. Yes, I think of myself really lucky to have a star as my friend. I hope you can find someone like her; a true friend that always left their mark in our lives.
This was written by a girl with cancer. I guess I just wanted for you guys to read it because it really sends out a message.:) The girl has only six months to live
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"hi"
You'd better slow down.
~Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
I don't know the title of the song so yo know, I just made it up but I think you know the song somehow. The theme song of Spirits there.