~Kem
“Kem....Kem...?” traverser, croix waves her hand in front of me.
“hu...oh, sorry. jour dreaming...” I reply. Ok, plus like a day-mare, but they don't need 2 know that...
“looks like u jus got eat par a cay-yote and barfed back up 4 da vultures.” says a 15 an old with a thick southern accent.
“gee...thanks 4 the visual aid, there, Bruno...” I mutter under my breathe.
“he has a point, Kem...” traverser, croix replies. “u sure...?”
“i'm fine. Cross.” I reply with a sigh, catching the annoyance in my voice a seconde 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...?” traverser, croix waves her hand in front of me.
“hu...oh, sorry. jour dreaming...” I reply. Ok, plus like a day-mare, but they don't need 2 know that...
“looks like u jus got eat par a cay-yote and barfed back up 4 da vultures.” says a 15 an old with a thick southern accent.
“gee...thanks 4 the visual aid, there, Bruno...” I mutter under my breathe.
“he has a point, Kem...” traverser, croix replies. “u sure...?”
“i'm fine. Cross.” I reply with a sigh, catching the annoyance in my voice a seconde 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 chiens 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 toi can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked par most,
kits can see them and l’amour 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?
ou will that time,
be done?
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if chiens 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 toi can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked par most,
kits can see them and l’amour 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?
ou will that time,
be done?