~Kem
“Kem....Kem...?” tumawid waves her hand in front of me.
“hu...oh, sorry. araw dreaming...” I reply. Ok, madami like a day-mare, but they don't need 2 know that...
“looks like u jus got eat sa pamamagitan ng a cay-yote and barfed back up 4 da vultures.” says a 15 taon old with a thick southern accent.
“gee...thanks 4 the visual aid, there, Bruno...” I mutter under my breathe.
“he has a point, Kem...” tumawid replies. “u sure...?”
“i'm fine. Cross.” I reply with a sigh, catching the annoyance in my voice a segundo 2 late.
“well EXCUSE ME 4 caring! I promise i'll NEVER do it again!” she turns her back and stomps off....shit, not what I wanted. I hadn't meant 2 sound annoyed...it just happened....i fucked up but....4 some reason....i can't bring myself 2 admit it aloud. So, instead, I walk out, leaving them all confused and looking from Cross' room 2 the door I exited.
“Kem....Kem...?” tumawid waves her hand in front of me.
“hu...oh, sorry. araw dreaming...” I reply. Ok, madami like a day-mare, but they don't need 2 know that...
“looks like u jus got eat sa pamamagitan ng a cay-yote and barfed back up 4 da vultures.” says a 15 taon old with a thick southern accent.
“gee...thanks 4 the visual aid, there, Bruno...” I mutter under my breathe.
“he has a point, Kem...” tumawid replies. “u sure...?”
“i'm fine. Cross.” I reply with a sigh, catching the annoyance in my voice a segundo 2 late.
“well EXCUSE ME 4 caring! I promise i'll NEVER do it again!” she turns her back and stomps off....shit, not what I wanted. I hadn't meant 2 sound annoyed...it just happened....i fucked up but....4 some reason....i can't bring myself 2 admit it aloud. So, instead, I walk out, leaving them all confused and looking from Cross' room 2 the door I exited.
chasing butterflys,
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if Aso bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked sa pamamagitan ng most,
kits can see them and pag-ibig them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if Aso bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked sa pamamagitan ng most,
kits can see them and pag-ibig them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?
