“If cartoons has taught me anything it’s to double down!” Frank said with an excited face. He pumped his fist in the air for dramatic effect.

“What are you on about?” Replied Lindsey “Cartoons give you nothing but trouble there’s no way we’re going to make it out of that forest alive.” Lindsey looked unsure and afraid. She crossed her arms in a scolding manner.

“Come on where’s your sense of adventure!” Frank shouted as he looked beyond the horizon. They were both on a hill, looking at the huge forest ahead of them. “We’re always playing in our boring run down town, let’s do something exciting and fun!” Frank jumped up and down, eager to set off on an adventure. While Lindsey thought the idea was crazy.

“How do you expect us to get back?” She said questionably “What if we get mauled by a bear!?” She put her hands on her face in fear of the thought of that happening to them.

“Like I said if I’m ever unsure of something I double down!” Frank moved his hands in a sort of jazz hands motion.

“You said that if cartoons taught you anything it’s to double down.” Lindsey put her hands on her hips, and moved her head closer to Frank to prove she was serious.

“It’s the same thing. Anyways let’s go!” Frank ran down the hill without any consideration of what might happen.

“FRANK WAIT SLOW DOWN!” Lindsey chased after him. It always seemed like she was the one always having to take care of him. They both ran down the hill, Frank laughing and frolicking like a child, and Lindsey yelling and screaming like a scared mother.

Once they both reached the forest Frank stopped planning out what to do next. “What now genius?” Lindsey said in a sassy rude voice. As she tilted her head looking for answers.

“Shush I’m thinking. We should have some sort of goal.” Frank stroked his chin plotting and planning there goal in the forest. With no goal there wouldn’t be a reason to be in the forest, so it would get very boring for Frank very soon. “AH I KNOW!” Frank snapped his fingers. He turned to Lindsey to tell her what he wanted to say, “Our goal should be to make a meal in the forest.”

Lindsey jumped he thought that Frank had gone mad. Them make a meal in the Forrest? Two idiot kids? How would that be possible, neither of them had any knowledge of living in the forest or even the forest for that matter. “Do you even know the first steps of making a meal in the forest?”

“Of course I do!” Responded Frank “You first gotta hunt the meat of course.” Frank was standing up proud. He felt like the smartest boy in the world for just answering such a simple question.

“You also have to make a fire.” Lindsey rolled her eyes with uncertainty “Do you even know how to make a fire you numbskull?” Franks confidence and pride suddenly shot down he realized he couldn’t make a fire.

“We can learn.” Said Frank while avoiding Lindsey’s eyes

“How?” Replied Lindsey “Are you gonna look up a YouTube video?” She snickered.

Frank blushed and became irritated. “I’ll show you, I’ll show all of you!” Frank ran into the deep dark forest without any care in the world.

“FRANK WAIT! ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS?!” Lindsey shouted as her lip quivered in fear, she didn’t want anything bad happening to Frank. Suddenly she heard Frank respond “DOUBLE DOOOOWN!” Lindsey rolled her eyes. “Ugh, what a child.” She then ran after Frank to find him.

Each one is different So complex and confusing No two are the same Each one is different

It’s amazing how things change how stuff can impact another Each one is different Each one is complex Each life precious Each life is different and complex

I have many games. Some are big, some are small. Some are incredibly fun, and some are a bore. I have so many games, I always get new ones. I sit and I play, roll the dice then move the spaces I need to make. So many games, so much to choose from.

I look at my collection of games all are perfectly lined up one by one up on a wall from which to choose from. I look and I stare oh it’s always such hard choice but once I choose my heart always rejoice.

When I’m tired of board games I play some video games. I sit and stare at the screen while my mommy and daddy are asleep. There always so tired they have no time to play. They always tell me “I’m sorry son but not today.” To which I reply “alright that’s okay!” So I play and I play all by myself. It’s okay though because as I play another single player game, I wait and anticipate until I can play a multiplayer game. It doesn’t matter who it’s with, a friend, my mother, my father, or any sibling that’s at home. I’ll wait and wait. Until then which game should I play?

Life with out you The thought of it always caused me pain Life without you Im sorry for always acting stupid sorry for always treating it like a game Life without you Now the game is over but life keeps on moving Life without you I miss your voice it always was so soothing Life without you I try not to think of you do you try not to think of me? Life with out you At least your happy at least you can be free Life without you Is so depressing I never wanted it to end Life without you Could I ever love again?

I float in somewhere I can not see, nor do I want to see. I float and wait for something to happen, but yet nothing ever does. If nothing has existed yet does that mean I do not exist yet either? If so then what am I? What will become?

I feel everything yet I feel nothing at the same time. I feel emotions but for what? There is no point in feeling anything there should be no reason to feel anything no reason to be sad because soon everything will exist, no reason to be happy because the worst is yet to come, no reason to be angry because it's nobody's fault. If it's nobody's fault then who gets the blame? I can still think that must mean I exist but what's the point of my existence?

As I lay there floating in a world that doesn't exist so dark and empty and depressing. It makes me wanna cry but for what? I hear nothing and see nothing maybe the sheer thought of nothing itself is just enough to make me afraid, to make me feel sad and hopeless.

No one can understand my pain because there’s no one around. My throat aches as I try to scream for help but it’s no use. This state I’m in this feeling I have it’s terrible, I just feel nothing. I can’t be happy I can’t be sad I can’t feel anything because there is no reason to feel anything at all everything is just non existent.