You Have to Say Goodbye, to Say Hello Again.

I had to say goodbye to some of my friends today. They came to visit my family in Sweden. We had an amazing time. It's true what they say about how when your having fun time goes by fast. They don't tell you how empty your house feels after word though. Or how the breakfast table is to quiet with out them sitting at it with laughing. The worst is at night when the dark feels like its creeping under your skin. I try keep myself distracted. I'm 13 so I probably seem dramatic, but thats how I feel. I can't say these words out loud sometimes, So I have to wright them down. When I think about it though I keep thinking of this one way to look at, so I keep telling my self that you have to say goodbye, to say hello again.

Why Do I Like To Read?

Why do I like to read? I like to read because I can escape to a world where everything has already happened. It is predictable. I can google the ending if I wanted to. I don't have to wait and wonder what the next day will bring, I can just flip the page and know. I can escape into someone else's problems.  

People Watching

A girl watches from her window the people passing by on the street below. She desperately wants to join them. She sees a man walking his dog. She sees a boy running with his headphones in. Oh how she loves to run. The beating of your heart. Running is calming. Running is shooting through the streets just for the thrill. Feeling the wind kiss your face. Never looking back at holes your feet pounded into the earth behind you. She remembers running.  She wishes she could fly, away from the chaos below. Sometimes she feels like she's pummeling through existence, humanity overachieves her, and her thoughts turn into nothings. 

Graffiti Tour/Creative Writing

This picture was taken in the Monastiraky neighborhood in Athens Greece.

One night a year, the Black Moon comes out and the dead dance.

I, being 15 years old am not aloud to join them. Mother and father say that the dead will take me with them and won’t let me come back. This year though, I go anyways. The streets are dark and the Black Moon is out in the sky. All the lights are out. I am guided only by the stars up above. I hear laughter and a voice yelling at someone to be quiet. I keep walking, but pick up my pace. I am wearing all black, my blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. I pull my hood up, afraid that someone or something will see me. I start to hear footsteps so I run to the nearest alleyway. Someone stops in front of the entrance. The person is tall and pale, his eyes are a bright green. He starts to walk towards me. I back up until I hit the wall. What he says next surprises me.

“Shhh.” he tells me, holding a finger to his lips. “The dead are coming. Be quiet and follow me.”

I hesitated. Why was he talking to me? He doesn't even know me. He puts his hand out and I take it.

We launch up. That’s when I realize that he is dead. We land on top of a building.

“What are you?” I ask.

“More like who am I darling. The name's Jack. I was killed in a car accident.”

I respond, “Lyla, and I’m not coming with you anywhere.” 

With this, he laughs.  “Lyla, I am not going to take you anywhere.” 

“Then why do you only come out on the Black Moon?” I asked him.

“Because we need to dance.”

This picture was taken in the Monastiraky neighborhood in Athens Greece.

Everyday I am forced to watch as the people of this city walk by me. The tourists stop to take my picture. Occasionally an artist will tag the wall next to me. I can do nothing about this. I was born a year ago when my creator was inspired by a Japanese character. I remember when she drew my eyes. I remember the song she was whistling while spraying on my nose. When she was done she took one last look at me and left. I dream of hearing something other than passing cars and barking dogs. I dream of wind, trees, and birds singing. I dream of sweet smelling flowers. I dream of being free.

Rant

Why is it that it is so hard to get along with your siblings. I ask this to myself at 1:18 in the morning well lying awake in bed. So of course I had to get the computer and type this up really fast.
It's like sometimes I feel we make it our mission to push each others buttons. Maybe this is because I am a sad loner with nothing better to do, but the problem with that is I am not a loner. I have the internet, and a bedroom door. And wow I really can not fall asleep right now. Sometimes I feel like we live to annoy each other. Like yesterday when my sister just ran into my room and grabbed my iPad with no other intention  but to annoy me. But I guess at the end of the day, smart people created headphones for a reason!
Good night!

Never Let Me Go

Okay so I got this Idea to write a one shot on the song Never Let Me Go by Florence and the Machine.
Enjoy!

I start to swim. Of course I have fully thought this out. I think about what the bottom of the sea bed looks like. I think of how peaceful the fish must be down there. I think of all the people who have died in shipwrecks and how I will be joining them soon. I think about all of the people that never liked me. And then I think about her, and how you could get lost swimming in her eyes. I start to wade deeper, feeling the freezing cold water on my legs. A thousand miles of water. I swim so far out the shore looks like a not so straight line drawn by a preschooler. I dive down. I keep swimming until my lungs burn. I feel like the water is washing away all of my sins. Never let me go, I imagine saying to her. That is my last thought before all go's dark.

Down below are the actual lyrics:

Looking up from underneath

Fractured moonlight on the sea

Reflections still look the same to me

As before I went under

And it's peaceful in the deep

'Cause either way you cannot breathe

No need to pray, no need to speak

Now I am under

Oh, and it's breaking over me

A thousand miles out to the sea bed

Found the place to rest my head

(Never let me go, never let me go

Never let me go, never let me go)

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me

And all this devotion was rushing over me

And the questions I have for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean deliver me

Though the pressure's hard to take

It's the only way I can escape

It seems a heavy choice to make

But now I am under, oh

And it's breaking over me

A thousand miles down to the sea bed

I found the place to rest my head

(Never let me go, never let me go

Never let me go, never let me go)

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me

(So cold and so sweet)

And all this devotion was rushing out of me

And the questions I have for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean deliver me

And it's over and I'm going under

But I'm not giving up

I'm just giving in

Oh, slipping underneath

So cold and so sweet

In the arms of the ocean, so sweet and so cold

And all this devotion, well, I never knew at all

And the questions I have for a sinner released

In the arms of the ocean deliver me

(Never let me go, never let me go

Never let me go, never let me go)

Deliver me

(Never let me go, never let me go

Never let me go, never let me go)

Never let me go, never let me go)

Deliver me

(Never let me go, never let me go)

Never let me go, never let me go)

Deliver me

Never let me go, never let me go

And it's over

I'm going under

But I'm not giving up

I'm just giving in

Ah, slipping underneath

Wooh, so cold, but so sweet

 

Practice Writing Conversations/One shot

"I am not doing graffiti with you." I told him.

"Why not it'll be fun." he pleaded with those brown eyes of his. 

"Come on you know your a great artist, besides i'll be with you." 

"That's not the point Kyle. The point is art just isn't my thing anymore." 

"Oh you mean like music, reading, sports, and anything that requires effort."

"Kyle you know that's not fair."

"Just give it a chance, if you want to go back home i'll drive you back."

I studied his face. Oh this brown eyed boy was going to be the death of me.

"Okay fine but we have to be back by 11:30, and we are not doing anything after."

His eyes brightened. "What did you think we would do after?" he grinned.

"Pervert." I said.