The room I’m in has four walls and a door. That isn’t all it has. The tower I use all the time is kept in there, on a desk tucked into the corner of the room. I decided to have my bed next to the wall, across from the desk. But it all feels like it will close in on me. This is where I’ve been sat since March. With all that occurred in the last few months, I wasn’t able to be outside, at least not as much as I wanted to be. I had to be confined to these 4 colored walls, this screen, a mattress twice the size of me. I can’t leave this room, as mother Moraes thinks it will spell out my doom.
Category: Unit 1 (Page 1 of 8)
Life is always on the move, from day one until the end, like a never ending song,
To keep your conscience clean you must stay as sweet as a penguin,
Sometimes you have a whale of a time, other days start us sunny, but then it begins to rain on your parade, leaving you trapped under the threat of running out of time,
But sometimes you feel blue, but you don’t want anyone to know so you stay quiet as a mouse,
But you’ve got to pull yourself together, and keep it going for as long as you can
My Sweet Angel.
An Angel came from heaven and played her music.
Feels calm like water when it falls on my head while a shower. She was sweet and her hands were cold like a penguin in the snow.
It was like seeing a whale sing on an early day, dancing in the rain.. coming from far away.
When she left. I felt sad and shouted out her name; like a mouse squeaking when is trapped.
But always remembering how attached I was to her.
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