In a world full of war, Aurora sat on her bed. Looking through her window, she moved the transparent yellow curtains slightly as she gazed upon the kingdom her father ruled. Currently there was a break in this celestial commotion - In her eyes, a breath of fresh air for the first time in a while.

Now confusion surrounds everyone who is willing to read. Let me explain.

Aurora lives on the sun. Be...

Elle always had long beautiful brown hair. Her boyfriend, Olive, always adored it. It perfectly framed her freckle filled face and was always soft as silk.

For years Elle's mother would brush, braid, and play with her hair. It was a nice change from her fathers smoky scent of cigarettes and the constant fighting. After her parents divorced her mother let go. She wasn't around family as often, an...

"You only live once!" was a line everybody knew.

Whether that be in shortened form "YOLO" or the words by themselves, everybody knew it.

Living scares me. I live in a world that feels like a prison cell. Sometimes I so badly want to break out if that cell. But I get a weird feeling in my chest. Was is panic? I am not sure was exactly the feeling is.

My mind shifts. One second I am desperate to ...

I hate being the favorite.

I don't like it at all one bit.

The pressure to be perfect.

The pressure to be great

The pressure to be astonishing and be the perfect weight.

I'm not perfect.

Nor am I great.

Stop painting my picture you claim I create.

Heaven forbid your perfect daughter is unique?

Is my originality too weird for the things that you speak?

Tell our family wonderful lies.

And ...

A sense of acceptance

A sense of relief

The feeling of safety and being complete.

What is belonging, according to me?

It is something that ends quite shortly.

Like a dream you try to grasp and hold onto, only for it to leave

Or a firework on the fourth of July that is extremely brief

Or a memory of being a young baby that drifts away like smoke.

The memory's of being young and happy, listeni...

My city is on fire

They raise the standards higher

And the marks on my papers get brighter and brighter.

Everything surrounding me in gray colored ashes

Broken, shattered, smoke stained glasses.

A metaphor to lighten up the unbearable truth.

A phrase I will use to conceal what I lose.

Watered down mascara or a tear stained face

Isn't enough to let me take a break.

Late assignments and crimso...