In the morning we have two choices. To stay in bed and dream our dreams, or wake up and chase our dreams.
At night we have two choices. To go to bed and dream our dreams, or stay up and keep chasing them.
In life, we have two options. To survive pain, fear and mistakes and find our hope, or die and meet our dreams.
I guess I had to choose. No, I have to choose. Laying on the rocks surrounded by water that is flowing faster than light. If I give up they will stop chasing me, but if I survive. I'm a legend. I get up and brush of the dust on my "supposed" to be white pants. I get up and rise. I rise like the sun, the sun never gives up. Nor will I.
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Teen Fiction"What are you scared of?" His lips are dryer than I expected. But they are smoother than marble at the same time. "I'm scared of dying." My only response. My child response. He chuckles a little and says: "Aren't we all?" There is a slit grin on hi...
