August 26, 2013
Dear Charlie,
Nightfall
The reason we call it nightfall
Is because some of us unlucky souls
Find ourselves falling in our own self-pity holes
We trap ourselves in low places with pitfalls of doubt
Because while other people are dreaming
we are slowly falling out
Sweet Ignorance
It pains me to know
that what I seek is not seen
And I want something that I can not find
burried in my own heart
And sadly,
what I don't know
is what I need
And it racks my brain.
I wrote those poems today in math class on green sticky notes that I almost threw away. I sit way in the back of our over-crowded class room, yet I know no-one around me. So instead of talking and throwing paper at the back of other kids heads, I write. They're not that good, but I know no bad. Nothing cautiously nor freely written can be bad. It comes from within. And everyone has some good burried inside of them.
Love always, Alia
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