Soft Light

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Often, I find myself sitting in trees. I don't know how I get up in one so quickly, but I do. It's kinda strange, don't you think?

I have a diary. I write in it all the time when I can't think, and often write poems of what I'm thinking about. The poems often vary with emotions and situations, and just overall what happened that day. I can show some of it, but I'd rather show nothing more.

Dear Diary,

I do believe it's been a few days since I've written about my experience with this 1 in a thousand percent chance disease. Strange. I often write much more, but, I just couldn't find the time. Anyways, I've been day dreaming a lot. Sometimes I dream of not having this disease, being pain-free. I cough flowers every day, mainly just 1 or 2.

Flower count so far:
31

Yeah, 31 so far. One day I coughed at least 10 in a row, one by one. It was torture. My dog sat beside me, nosing each flower before stepping on it to try hiding them from my sight. Despite the fact I knew they were there, it was actually kind of nice my dog tried to help. He always tried doing his best to help, but it always seemed like he knew I couldn't be saved from this. His eyes always showed sadness, depression. Like his owner leaving him soon was a known fact.

I've decided to write stories. I'll write one in here to give an example.

{ The girl stood before the old oak tree, watching its petals dance to the green grass below. Her ocean eyes glanced back, her body shifting in to a turn as she looked back out towards the clouds. The clouds darkened, and rain began to fall lightly on to the city below. "We should get going, love, there is nothing here for us to visit more," a owl stated calmly, landing on the girl's shoulder. She didn't flinch, replying with a simple "Alright" and beginning her walk past the tree. Heading down the steep hill, she sighed. "Mores-pore, what ever shall we do about our predicament? Being the last people with known magic," the girl said, glancing up at the large owl perched on her small shoulder. Mores-pore replied, "I don't know, dear. All I can say is we must continue our journey for another witch or wizard. They mustn't get to you. Your mother wished the best for you, did she not, Morgana?" The owl looked back at her with soft eyes that shone a warm orange. "Yes, she did. Let's hurry, Mores-pore," Morgana stated, quickening her pace through the vast forest. }

I wonder if that was good. Anyways, I'm signing off for the day. Lady Harris said to be in bed by sundown.

Sincerely, ♩

I wonder if that was good, for a beginner like me. I've written many other stories, but that's the one I'm most proud of.

I hope Lady Harris is doing well, it's been 4 years since I was enrolled in that small school. She was a nice lady, but pretty strict with rules.

Now, I live in a small rundown house with my sister, mom and dog, Zuni. We are happy, but I'm not. They know that, everyone does. I can't go anywhere in risk I'll choke and not be able to get the flower out. It's painful, but, I'll live till I drop for good.