Many of you don't care about what I'm about to say, and, if you're one of those people, then you probably better stop reading now. For the few left, I have some things to say.
I'm currently sitting on my bed. I'm sitting on the side opposite that I'm normally on because it's closest to the window. My window is open, and the curtains are pushed away so that I can see outside. It's 6:23 p.m., and the sun is rising. My headphones are in so that the noises that I need to escape can be blocked out. The colors are slowly fading out of the sky, and I can't help but wonder what is more beautiful than the sky? Even when it's dark you have the millions, billions, even trillions of stars to light the way. When it's raining, you hear the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the roof, the drip-drip of it running out of the gutter, and the slosh it makes when the cars drive through the puddles. And always, you have the sunrises and sunsets. Some are better than others, but they are always there. It's the one beautiful thing that we can rely on, and I can't think of anything better. It's there no matter where you are, even if you're across the country. The sky is a beautiful thing that can scintillate in the darkness, show beauty in the darkness, be the dark beauty, give you hope, prove that God's miracles are endless and consistent and everywhere. The sky shows many, many different, beautiful things, and it amazes me as to how some people can be so oblivious to such large amounts of beauty.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
