Talking to a stranger
My jaw is literately on the floor. What the hell.
Is it bad that I love how twisted this is?
( ME: no it is not bad)
A Description.
Under the big oak tree the leaves are falling all around you. You are sitting, leaning against the rough, dark colored bark of the tree. A wind picks up and the leaves start to swirl all around you and the trunk of the tree. All you can see is the many different, warm colors of the falling leaves. The wind starts to stop and you see the rolling hills and other trees that are starting to lose their leaves too. Then, the sun begins to warm your face in the ever cooling temperature of the fall, and small gushes of wind hit your body like ocean waves hitting the shore, sending chills up your spin.
What Dreams are to Me.
My dreams are wonder lands that I keep in my head and that are sometimes holds my biggest secretes. I keep them in there so the world can‘t see or hear of them. If one of these days, a dream would escape I would only be living in solitude so I can’t see humans that know of those dreams. My dreams can be dark but can be lightening but no one will ever know of my endless dreams. Dreams are only meant to be kept to yourself because dreams in my mind are meant to stay to myself for ever and even after death so my reputation will stay as it is.
What Death is to Me.
I am what I am from the death that haunts me that my dream will end and I yet I know that death is impossible to escape. So I have accepted death but I am not suicidal because I am not killing myself or want my life to end. But instead I have come to terms to me one day dying and that I just hope that today isn’t the day. I want to keep living but I am not lying to myself that I am not going to one day die because one day I will die.
