"The smell of you. The hot summer, sun glaring at all of us. The sweat trailing down my back, the sickly sweet smell of ice cream. The way our neighborhood curved and Charlie, our favorite ice cream man, handed me my spongebob popsicle, and you your rainbow twist swirl.

The smiles we shared, laughter flying between us. I drop my popsicle, you give me yours. The way peace surrounded us, wrapping us in a blanket.

People always ask me my favorite memory. When my family was together and happy, when I could smile freely. Well...

Now you know."


Because those words that cannot be spoken urge to be heard.

Because the voices in my head deserve a reward for helping me.

Because the fantasies that run through my mind can become real.

Because I feel like I'm flying when I write.

Because I feel like I'll be okay when I write.

Because the way I feel when I read books

the way I feel when I read books as everything crumbles around me.

is the way I want people to feel when they read mine.


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FloatingThroughNight FloatingThroughNight Nov 25, 2017 08:54AM
*BURSTS THROUGH DOOR*I CAME AS SOON AS I HEARD.-hello there, I am back from the very long hiatus, hoped you missed me!
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