When Life Hands You Lemons Find Someone With A Papercut

Chapter 3

It had been about two weeks now. Two weeks of school and living, going through the monotonous motions of simply staying alive. It wasn't really good or bad, I did what I had to to excel. Home was the same as it always had been, a life of reading of adventures I would never have.

For me, to read was a gift given to humanity far more valuable than any form of currency or riches. The ability to learn, to explore places that don't exist and fall in love with the idea of a person, beautiful and heart breaking all at once.

Captivated by reading I tried writing, but that was years ago and all my endeavours failed miserably; words were never my strong suit. I mumbled when I talked and was never able to say how I felt, and so it was with writing for I could never clearly state what, exactly, I wanted to say.

It saddened me in a way when I found my old writings. The underfed words making each story a shell of how I felt, unable to contain that which could hold beauty.

I read through one titled "Destitute". I cringed and threw it in the trash. No need to let that resurface into the world.