Try something new, break free of the cage of life. Now, numb and distant. Is life real? Where'd my emotions go? Where'd the pain, or heart warming tears. The book that crumbled in my hands as I turn from page to page. What would life be if I lived as her? As the character? As her loved ones all died, and rolled into ashes? When a dragon cannot cry, when the fire burns with rage. Love conquers all. Why love at all, only destroying them? That is how I feel...Numb. Losing dear ones, cutting life in half with one event. Turning them around with a veered twist. When mews of a newborn kitten crawls, making your heart strings beg, what will you do? When the rain is pounding, sticking the matted fur to the small one's skin. Pity and pride would whelm up. Scooping it up as if a mother to its child.
The numb I seek will never be. I want to experience life, pain, thriving. Yet I feel insane. When season doesn't change. When The leaves are still spring green in the winter. What will ever change? Just living the same day over and over. That isn't life. Yet it always has been. My urging to write, to express myself, to lock myself in a distant cage seperated from the war and true shed. Words fearing, being sliced with my invisable sword. The breathing characters in the pages shivering as I approach. I'm getting poetic...I'm getting ashamed. I have deep thoughts, dark thoughts, I'm all to blame. No more sweet little , no more...good and quiet. All I want now is to riot! And to stomp my feet. But here I am unknown. My art crippling,I fight to be heard, to fight and struggle to fame. But Alas....I am barley 14. Such a young age, terrible so. Now I must go.