My friend Leonardo says I always look tired. I'm thinking that's because I get too much sleep every night. I never really feel fully awake during the day, in fact.
The clouds in our town never part anymore. They just never run out of water, so it rains constantly. I've found a way to get rid of that, but I don't know if it'll work all that well.
This idea of mine may make me a more well-known, better person, more liked by the people of our town and my classmates in school.
My mother died a few months ago, and my dad and I are still trying to get over our loss. Nightmares about Mom have me yearning even more for her. I need her now. These dreams frighten me. I can't take this any longer.
I'm out of touch with the world. I try to get back into the real world, but I'm still secluded in my autocosm.
I want to see the angels and touch their wings. I want to experience what it takes to become a hero.
I'm trying to make everyone happy. No matter what I do, I get teased, taunted 'til I'm back on the ground. I create innovative things, but they're all just shut down by everyone.
This new invention idea of mine may just work. All the world will see me. See me as an inventor, a man of good ideas.
And no one will laugh at me. They'll be shorn.
Mom told me that even though we may seem ugly to ourselves in the mirror, we're beautiful to the ones we love. If there were any words I would choose to remember from anyone, it would be those.
I want this now. It doesn't and will never frighten me. Even though I'm out of touch, I'm dying to be making everyone happy. All the world with know my name.
I may know too much, but I am dying to be making them happy. No one will laugh at me. They'll be shorn.