My World

Fights continue once again.
To avoid going back into depression, I must go into my little world.
Ok, so here I am.
I'm playing a ukulele for some reason.
Woah, now I'm singing.
Not just singing though, singing to you.
Wait, what are you doing in my world?
My voice actually sounds good and you're enjoying it.
Go me! :)
Now we're climbing a tree.
A big enchanted tree.
Ouch. I fell off the tree.
And I'm bleeding.
It's really dark outside.
So we look at the stars and talk about our family.
Our small little family, just the both of us now.

Guardian Angel

Can a guardian angel be in human form?
As a little kid, I prayed every night asking what my guardian angel's name was.
I was a curious little child and never got an answer.
Then, you came along.
You protected me and helped me get through tough times.
Last night I prayed asking if you were my guardian angel.
I had this intense feeling that you were.
Now I finally know my guardian angel's name.

Small Town

You can never really leave your small hometown.
Everyone has their big city dreams.
But you will always be tied down by your roots.
You have it good in that small town even if you don't like it.
Sometimes it takes leaving to realize what you already had.
That small town will always have a place in your heart.
The memories, laughs, and tragedies.
You will always be tied to it even if you're gone.

Knowing

Do you ever feel like someone is peering into your soul?
It's like they know you so well.
Almost too well.
So well that they know you better than you know yourself.
That person can read your heart.
It's scary knowing someone knows everything about you.
But also very comforting.

Eyes

Is it possible to kiss someone without actually kissing them?
Sometimes you look so deeply into someone's eyes.
It's almost like your eyes are kissing.
If you look hard enough, you can see it all.
Their feelings and emotions all in those eyes.

Thread and Elements

Is it possible for two people to love each other so much that they become one?
It's like thread.
The other person is the thread.
They hold you together.
Sometimes they unravel.
But they always stitch back up.
Together they become one yet two different people at the same time.
Like a compound.
Two separate elements that combine together to make a compound.

Child In You

Do you ever reach that point in your life when the child in you dies?
It's like the climax in your life. When all else fails and you can't go back.
You can only dream of being that amazing, confident person again.
But if you dream hard enough, it can come true.
That child in you can never die completely.
Still deep down the child rests.
Waiting to rise again.
Once you get over yourself and all the pains of life.
Then the child will return.
You can be that person again.
Just believe.