back this is something that i wrote.
Who am I?
The boy thought. Why am I here? He sank down into the feathery softness of his mattress. The boy gazed out of his window into the black and starry heavens wondering for purpose and meaning, hoping that maybe if he stared a little bit longer they sky would open up and the very voice of god would give him the answers he had been looking for. The boy sighed as he turned his gaze to the family pet, Alba. Alba was a sweet and gentle dog never cared much for the boy, so why was she in his room? The boy didn’t care he had other things to worry about, and the more he pondered those things the more miserable he became. He soon grew weary of being tired all the time so he layed down on his bed as if falling asleep would make it all better. As his eyelids grew heavier each second he finally stopped thinking and at last with a single flicker of his oculus he slowly drifted to a place where no worries could reac
2006-09-19
17:06:05
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well i just kinda looked around for inspiration and my dog was sitting there and i felt i wrote it to describe me. as for the boy yeah he does have a name its cameron which happens to be my name...wow how interesting.
2006-09-19
17:17:04 ·
update #1
its not really a story its more of a poem.
2006-09-19
17:48:38 ·
update #2
umm...i did use spell check. if there are any words in there that are wrong then please tell me (besides the they thing i know about that)
2006-09-19
17:49:34 ·
update #3
Who am I?
The boy thought. Why am I here? He sank down into the feathery softness of his mattress. He gazed out of his window into the black and starry heavens wondering for purpose and meaning, hoping that maybe if he stared a little it a bit longer that the sky would open up and the very voice of god would give him the answers he had been looking for. He sighed as he turned his gaze to the family pet, Alba. Alba was a sweet and gentle dog never cared much for the boy, so why was she in his room? There’s that word again, why. He didn’t care he had other things to worry about, and the more he pondered those things the more miserable he became. He soon grew weary of being tired all the time so he layed down on his bed as if falling asleep would make it all better. As his eyelids grew heavier each second he finally stopped thinking and at last with a single flicker of his oculus he slowly drifted to a place where no worries could reach him.
is that better?
2006-09-19
17:59:08 ·
update #4
have you ppl ever read literature? i mean not every single piece of work is straightforward and the point doesnt always slap u in the face. use ur brain i tryed to hold my tounge but after the tenth person told me there wasnt a point to it i snapped so now im telling you there isnt a true point to it its open ended. what i was going for is the fact that the boy is struggling with himself for self actualization.
2006-09-19
18:05:46 ·
update #5