Stream of Consciousness

Author’s Note:

All I can focus on these days is how it’s now spring, but still feels like winter. Freezing from head to toe every day. I tried to bring back the feelings I have when it’s warm outside, and also when it cold outside as well. I tried to write so that you can get a clear picture while reading too.

"It's too cold outside for angels to fly." Too cold for their dreams to fly, and too cold for children to play outside. Were kept inside, alone. Want warmth. Need warmth. I remember the past in the summer when I felt that good and happy. Take me back to that place once more. Where I could lie outside and feel the heat soak up my body, with the sun rays beaming into my very skin.

It's been too long. These cold winter days have made my sad and depressed. Longing for you every day. Missing you. My body can't take much more of the snow and wind. I'm in pain because of it, right down to the core. One girl can't just wait forever.

Not only because it's warm instead of bitter cold, but it brings us all joy into our everyday life. No worries. Just memories are made. No hassles. No places I need to be, no set time and date. No expiration date. I can come and go when I please to, and theirs is nothing you can say or do to change that. No expectations. I can be who I want and go where I want, and just be happy and alive. No alarm clock. Not having to wake up and be annoyed at everyone in the day, even when they did nothing wrong. I need to get up and put a smile on my face at my own speed and in my own way. It might be longer, but it's worth the time and effort. It can light up a room because when I'm happy, I can change others emotion, like it's magic.

 


Author's Note:

This is my first piece of writing, since school has began. not very proud of it, but soon I will get back to the swing of it once again. The reason I posted this even though I dislike it is because I want to see how I started and how I finished and see how much I progressed through the year.

Stone

As the hand slowing moves clockwise, I begin to get more and more eager to leave. Bored out of my mind waiting for the time to come.

Once I get dismissed I shuffle my books into my bag and sprint out to the bus, with the bus driver with the stench of his last meal.

I live a long from here. To long to walk, and much too long for the bus to go all the way to my stop, so I get dropped off along with my friend who lives next door. We both were excited, excited as always, but nothing to look forward to. Just having the sense of feeling safe and at home.

Walking along the path, I look at atmosphere that I have around my home. Fields that go on for miles, trees so many, and too tall to see the top, and stones that engrave the path.

As I do everyday I leap off the bus I begin to act like child once again, and start kicking the stone back and forth with her. Giving us something to do for our walk that takes some time every time.