A street light shines better, when its in the dark. It guides people out of the peral of darkness. It gives hope to a person, lost and afraid, consumed in darkness. But when light in the daytime, it is not reconizable, not seeable. It holds no hope, no glory to its name. It is just another light in a world of an illuminating sun. No one praises the burning light in a time of peace.
I sit wearly upon the high rooftop of the barn, like I always do at this time. The sun begins to hide behind the prison gate like hills, consealing me from the outside world. A gentle breeze caresses my body as it tenderly whispers burning hopes and dreams I had once held dear to my heart. The street lights begin to shine brightly in the now ink colored sky, now my hope rises. I await the key to my music box to finally return from his painfully long abstance. Stars begin to shine down upon me, there light gentlly kissing my snowy skin, as it is always cold and pale, or at least thats what he said.
I have gotain impatient now as time begins to quickly slip through silver hourglass. Hope is now slipping through my fingers like water, but I must hold out until the morning sun comes out from hiding. I stair at the clouds, the memories flood my brain as the eternal song echoes throughout the cornors of my heart. My head spins with wishes that Asia will return for me once more, and take me with her on all of her adventures. My name is Emily Geyer ( Guy-er ), age 20, and these mermories are what i like to call the Chronicles of the Miscellaneous.
Welcome- to my mind.
Kasumi Sora Community Member 
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