"Step to the right, no, to the left..."
So...this week, I'm going to be going to....Chelan! What's in Chelan? I have absolutely no idea, but I know Chelena doesn't have a computer source besides maybe a library. That means no writing for me, which is sad because writing is my life, you know?
Oh, by the way...the sub. title means nothing. They're just good tracks on JFS vol. 2...Iceblink's good too..
So here's what I, as a teenage poet, made up this week. But you know what's kinda sad yet true, before I go any farther? Somebody said that all teenagers are poets cos we're going thru our angsty phase...and it's kinda true. I mean, do you honestly think you're going to be writing poetry until the day you die? I'll try, but I know mine isn't very good in the first place tho, lol. My stories, on the other hand, are.
ok, here:
Soliloquy *is an actual word*
This is the last time I'll ever be here.
The last time I'll see everything
With my eyes wide open.
Next time I come back,
I'll be older,
stupider,
more inclined to reality than to what I once dreamed.
But maybe it'll be different.
Maybe I'll remember what I once knew
And I'll know why I left.
It'll be different;
I can feel it.
This is the last time I'll ever be here.
The last time I'll see everything
With eyes wide open.
I don't want it to change.
Even when I'm gone.
It can't be different.
Nooope, no signature necessary, thank you :3
