This is it.

Leaving my childhood. Moving off into the unknown.

To learn about passions. To learn many lessons.

To learn about myself.

Mom cared for me through all of the tough times.

Ever since I was a baby. She poured sweat to remove my sweat.

Dad helped me develop as a person. Giving me the skills necessary to write. To listen and grow my passion.

Dad kept me alive. He worked and warmed me in his nest. Found and fed me worms in the garden’s dirt.

Now it’s time to leave my nest and fly into new heights. The sun shines as always.

Yet, the joyful rain pours out of our eyes and onto the mud as we hug together tightly like a storm cloud.

We will always be together. So with that, we said our goodbyes, and I head towards the skies.

One child stands out among others.

One child will save the world from pain.

This child was guided and taught by great parents and great warriors.

Two other children had the same potential. They could save the world. They could even help.

But the parents refused.

And only allowed the chosen one to advance.

To overlook the pain. And cause the world

PAIN

Laying down under the sun Like a brand new hot bun

The waves crashing down The children laughing like a hound

The sand in my toes As the wind behind blows

Reading my novel Picturing my ideal model

All in a Golden afternoon Under the skies of cloudless blue

The world’s exploding The world’s ending The world’s exploding

Soon there will be nothing:

No issues No climate change No politics

It was all becoming real

Swish Swirl Dobbly Do Mix Some Potions Make Them Blue

(No, Green Blue’s lame

No, Purple Green’s Lame

No, Red Purple’s…

We traveled for many days. We finally made it this way.

All I need to do is wait.

Wait for the right time to strike. Wait for the right time to execute this plan. Wait for it. Wait for myself to pick myself up.

Wait… Wait… Wait…

I awaken to sounds I heard before, unsure of what they are. I pull myself up to see the reasoning why: I hit my head hard. Standing up the pain in my head reveals itself. But I can still function. Something refreshing hits my ear and soothes my brain: a Waterfall I fell from. My legs moved on their own—towards the sound. My brain thought about how I decided to fall. Until I realized I craved the water…. and drowned in it. | | | l l

Sight

Might

Fight

Flight

Something’s haunting me Something’s following me

turn around No one 15 minutes later...

turn around No one 33 minutes later...

      I'm now back home
            Prepping the be

d Brushing tee th

       Something’s in the

mirror. Something horrible Something uglie Some
thing grinning my smile

        It wants to kill me

so do I.

             We punch at e
             ach other--bre

king glass. Punching at ME

Souls form humans. I give them to life.

The world forms the personality. But the soul does this too.

Some refuse the external to be free internally.

Some refuse the internal to be accepted externally.

The decisions of the personality— internal and external—

decide the fate for the soul

and the other factors on earth. Even after all of that:

I take the souls away from earth.