Some time in February, I lost a very close friend to me of 3 years. I cannot mention a name, but she was very important and helped me to grow. We were utterly inseparable. Nobody could tear us apart…except ourselves, and that’s exactly what happened. Thankfully, I’ve grown up since then, I don’t cry over her as often as I used to, but every now and then, something that we listened to together, watched, laughed about, or did will pop up in my memory and a wave of sadness will wash over me, what ifs start flowing through my head, then moments later I regret everything. You see… she wasn’t just a friend. People don’t seem to understand that she was more than that. I told her secrets I’ve never told anybody. What really pains me the most is knowing no matter what I say or do she will never be brought back to me. That knowing that I gave her my all, my entire being, all my effort..was for nothing but a waste. It’s for the best, she says. She’s better off, she told me. But I’m not and I never will be. She is always a friend to me. I feel no hate towards her. But seeing her everyday in class really gets to me. Simply put, I will never forget our time together and the things you’ve taught me. I’m truly sorry again…
It’s outstanding how my generation becomes so offended by a simple letter. Its context shouldn’t be what’s getting us down. During a conversation, when the opposite person replies with “k,” it’s instantly frowned upon. Plan and simple, why are we letting the simple things take away our happiness?
I really enjoy this one. It’s very imperfect. I like the way it’s blurry. It’s as if I took a double-take and had to look twice because to me, not anyone else, it was beautiful. There’s giant cracks in the H as if it’s saying, “I’m falling apart, hurry, help…”
M. For mom. This may sound cheesy, but she’s given more than I’ve needed. For that I am thankful. She’s a very strong, independent, caring person. Putting aside the fact that we’re related, she’s great. She influenced me to shoot for the stars and to never for a second think of God any less. She put God on a pedestal in hopes I would heal. She’s not just my mom but also my guardian. So here, this ones for you mom.
G is for God who created all. G is for Greatness for He lives. G is for Glory for I will glorify you in everything I do and become. G is for Good because you can beat the biggest, baddest, meanest monsters.
I’ve talked to many people at just age 17. What I learned that is most relavent to my situation is that we are all trying to escape our past, what’s behind us. Looking through the glass, I now see that what’s behind us can still be beautiful even if it is treacherous.
I admired the way the rocks and dirt around the tree made the setting resemble autumn. And the red splotches look like a gory crime scene.