"Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know."
Twelfth Night (II, iii, 44-45)
For what we know in the world, every being, every action, how does it commune with the balance? If balance truly exists, why do we do the things that harm it, or are we really just encouraging it? Enticing it to become more equal and pleased by life? I don't know the answer, but if there were an answer, it would be that the light, if ever it should greet me, or even the darkness consume me fully, I hope you'll be there to save me, as you have by loving me forever. So in which, I leave this world, remember me.
Crush
A beautiful feeling, if thus exists, could hopefully consume me if ever I deserved it.
Although everyone deserves it through believing, I too as all, still remain in the benefit of the doubt.
Longing to become a person like you, so perfect and full of courage.
Yet you alone have known my existence and tended to remain silent of it.
So, I stand lonely and sad, wishing for a hand to bring me out of this darkness.
But now, you see we are guilty ones, tied together forever, and the spark never goes away.
You feel as though it is just a flurry whisp of energy, nothing but a phantom whom possesses until it reaches boredom from our stupidity.
Even I of all people, a girl, know that this is not true, you should've figured it out too, you are the boy.
Thus I stand alone, wanting, wishing, waiting...
I see you, yet the closer it seems a blurr consumes and takes me farther away,
Takes me to her, a different one, a person who pesters me, who I have done no wrong doings such to her demises.
I never wished to push you away, I never meant to make the tears fall from your sparkling eyes.
Doth know I love thee?
More than thy could ever know?
In all the world's forsaken places, take me with you, so I be not alone!
Take me away from this place of beiges and blacks, whites and colors that do not hit you back, but take you away
And your personality too, leaving a heavy burden knowing what you love is gone.
Even I of all people, a boy, know that this is true, you should've figured it out too, you are the girl.
It was just another typical day in the lonely little town of Greenwood. A peaceful wind filled in this scene, with the beautiful flower colors dancing for all eyes to see. Spring was just beginning to awaken after a long winters nap, to start a new and wonderous year, although the years truly started in the months of cold and misery.
Although as typical as the day could be, indeed there was a small difference. Along with the spring comes a week where all the children and teenagers of Greenwood's public school facilities would have a spring break.
So, starts a week that would never be forgotten.
Our journery firsts starts with a particular group of friends, or those who would soon become closer than ever thought before...