If I were the sky

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a draft for a writing at school

Submitted: October 24, 2014

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  Once there was a boy. A guy who told me, that the best way to write, would be to write what I know. I don't know a lot of things, but I know whats on my mind. 3 a.m. Too tired to sleep, and so much on my mind. I remember the way his eyes lit up in the sun, the same color of the sky, and his lopsided grin that appeared when he saw his baby sisters, running across the bright green grass. But I don't recall his voice. Years have passed and I remember his words. And now I write for the sake of letting my thoughts roam free. If I were the sky, my thoughts-my friends-would be my stars. The little lights that keep me bright, and protect me from the dark. 
Flashes through my mind. Flickering like a candle-love, hate, joy, depression, a medly of madness. Brown eyes that sparkles and freckles that overflow. Lopsided grins, shaggy hair-do's.  So many people have come and gone, comets in the sky. Dye your hair, paint your nails and hide your scars. Try to move on. 
The love of a hug, the sweetness of a kiss. Remember the touch of his skin. The smell of your bestrfriend's hair. Or Someone's favorite tea. Watching them cry, and trying to help, knowing you can't. Answer the 3 a.m. call from your "sister" who wants to runaway. The boyfriend who called an hour earlier to say his grandma died. The friend who will call, a week from that day to tell you she wants to die. Stay up for hours calming her down, reminding her she's loves. Repeat 10 more times for 8 different friends. They say you don't understand. But they don't know- that the second you hang up, you curl up too. You have the blade, and it was thier call that stopped it. It was stoppeding them that put you off. The skin tears. The tears flow. The next day comes.
  Walk through the halls and see him, sitting in a corner. music up, trying to forget. Trying to forget the girl that hurt him and the freinds he lost. I don't have the courage to talk. I see him everyday. Everyday for a year until he leaves. And then he comes back, unaware you spent the summer worrying about him. He speaks. He laughs. He becomes your friend.
  Sunshine on eyelids like kisses on cheeks, gentle and sweet. Warmth hugs your body and voices flow in the breeze. A new begining. Friends laugh and play and run. Candy is passed around. You watch him laugh and make funny faces, so much happier now than before. You go over and he kisees you, thanking you for helping him. And then he kisses her. And her. And leaves you. Back to the start. 
  But no matter what we go through, we always have eachother. We all crumbe and flake and fail. But there's always someone, at least one, who lves you wand wants you here. Even if it's a voice from the past, telling you to continue. You're never alone.


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