Tuesday, February 4, 2014


Name, My
My name is extremely special to me, its the one thing I can truly call my own. My name is something that can never be taken away from me. It’s a simple string of letters that have defined me since the day I entered my crib. I was born baring my name, and I’ll die baring my name.

For me, the night is the only time I can truly feel alone. The only time I can be surrounded by a darkness so deep that none can see me through it. I can be alone with my thoughts, I can be away from the countless things that bother me during the day. I can peer out into the sky and wonder what lies beyond our limited range of sight, what awaits us behind the jet-black sky.


I love to read, to be pulled into a fictional world where the amazing things I can see are only limited by the author’s own creativity and imagination. Reading is a way for me to escape my own boring life and step into someone else’s shoes. The amount of information and history that has been documented on simple, thin, delicate sheets of paper is incredible. It’s incredible, being able to write down anything and have it last through the ages for countless generations to see.

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