by Diana R., 13
What happened when we were younger?
When we didn’t worry what was going to happen tomorrow?
What happened when we were friends?
When we used to go outside and play, even when the sun had gone to sleep?
What happened when the spring had left for vacation and when the nice chilly air came to visit?
What happened that you weren’t there?
What happened when I was waiting for you to come home, but you never appeared?
What happened that you had to leave?
Sometimes we have all these questions but we wonder if they will ever be answered.
What I see—sometimes I see things that no one else sees.
I always think it’s what makes me special, apart from everyone else.
Sometimes I get so caught up with the different shades of color in the sky and think about all the scars that I have in my heart.
Sometimes when I see something that catches my eye, I feel like I’m the only one that pays attention to the small things. Don’t you?
Sometimes I ask myself why I pay attention to small things like that and never really have an answer for myself.
I always try to take the best from the small things, like a shell I once had.
Sometimes when I walk with my friends, I see such a cold river or pond, and I see my reflection, but I’m the only one that takes the time to look at it and think.
I guess that I like to think about life a lot, but at least I know that I care.
Life in pages.
Life is like a book—sometimes it’s long and sometimes it’s short. You never know what you’re going to do next, what you’re going feel. You write the story no one else does. Your story is like a book with white pages and no end because every day you write a page full of fun and adventure. Make the best out of it and don’t think about going back and changing anything. Make the best out of it so others can go back and see what you wrote. Remember each step in life is a new chapter. What will your new chapter be?