Hiding

The sunshine will give every story a bright side; another happy ending.

I am my dreams,
my imagination,
my faults,
my strengths,
my words.
I mix these together and I speak when I shouldn’t
and I dream the wrong things.
I end up in a space meant for
breathing and
nothing else but that.
So that is what I do.
I pass the time with songs and hands
and heat and touch and never ending books
that keep me up all night.

I am alone in the world.
Alone, but constantly surrounded
by a reminder of who everyone else is.
I am wrapped around the idea that
everybody is one of a kind despite the
impossibility of anyone being slightly original.
So in essence,
I am alone with everyone right beside me,
holding my hands through all the angst.

I am the innocence pouring out from my mouth
in the form of words you can see in the winter but hear in the summer.
The inexplicable trust I have for everyone
keeps me optimistic through the worst
and even better in the best.
I am a naive kid in an experienced world
that's tired of the day and just wants to rest.

I am all these words
all these emotions
wrapped up with a smile.
I am today and I am tomorrow and I am yesterday.
I am pretty prose and I am a diminished fifth.
I am the books that keep me up and the sunrise I see
before I fall asleep.
And I am hiding behind all of this.

Author's Note

This is a Writing Lab assignment. "Two pages double spaced of YOU."

Reviews

[Alice Beecher]

I relate to this quite a bit
I think the people who appear the most optimistic and involved with the world are often hiding behind their own alienation
It helps me to think about the fact that there are thousands of other lonely people out there reading in their bedrooms, but I don't know if that's a good or bad thing

[Moki]

Not going to lie about the fact that the more I read, the more concerned I am becoming, deary.

I miss your hugs.

[Chloe Madison Taylor.]

ahhhhhhhh.

And I am hiding behind all of this.

I cant think of a better ending.