My sun and I were sitting in our class room, the teacher drowning on about some math we weren't listening to. She was drawing something as I watched her pencil glide across the page, her eyes moving at the speed of light, calculating her next movement like this drawing meant everything and if not perfect then nothing at all. The door opened, a girl with mocha hair, purple glasses and stunning blue eyes walked in. She knew none of us yet people called out her name and asked her to sit near them. The confusion in her eyes made me smile at the time. Our town, small and perfect for gossip, had been talking of her arrival days in advance. My sun looked up then dived back to drawing so I thought nothing of the new girl and started reading. Eventually I was drawn out of my fantasy world when I head someone speak to the new girl about her own drawings. The sun and my eyes darted to look at the new girl in awe. We became fast friends over the love of creating new things. I decided after some time that I now had a moon to mirror my sun. Days passed and the three of us grew even closer. Our trio made it through lots of tough times. Moment where we rolled our eyes at other idiocy, laughed at jokes or just enjoyed silence in each other company. It was a simple easy life. A time we loved and would maybe do anything to get back to. But we all know there's no reversing the clock. The hands keep ticking away, we grow older, become different. The past is getting farther away and the future is racing towards us. Our present seems like a collage of snapshot moments and feelings. Impulsive, young, wild, ignorant. But hey as long as we're together right?
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Night time thoughts
PoetryHey what up. I wanna die sometimes. I wanna write sometimes.