I Will Not Stop Writing

One day, I sat down, and asked myself, why do I write? Maybe its because I like it, or I'm good at it. But now I see it is none of the above. I write countless stories of other people finding a solution to their problem in life, when in my own story I can barley figure out an ending. I search for an answer, and I live through my words. Words that are just fiction. And that never happened. I'm searching for my story in the ones I write, hoping I'll find myself through all the letters. But so far, I have been unsuccessful, and I will most likely continue to for the rest of my life. You cannot write your own story in a one night, on your Apple computer, at 11:07 PM. You cannot think up your story at night in bed, when all you have is your conscious. You write it day by day, with the choices you make. And you KEEP on writing it until the day you take your last breathe. Your story is not in a book, but in front of you. Your story lies ahead, with adventure, love, and pain. 

I will not stop writing. Because although I cannot write my story tonight, I will keep on trying.



~Bri:)

Sun

The sun of my life, the center of my days. Although the world may stop turning, or the sky turns grey, I know that you will always be 93,000,000 miles away. And although that seems far, I can feel your touch where ever I go. You light up the sky with your voluminous glow. And make babies smile and birds sing. I have known you since the beginning of me, and I will know you till the end. And although you make my world, in 5 billion years you will break it. You are still my center, my sun.



~Bri:)

Falling Stars

I sat there, next to him. The night sky roamed above us. He sat there looking up at the stars. A couple shooting stars, flew quickly across the sea of darkness. Turning to me he spoke with words so soft.
"The stars are beautiful!" His smiles said.
"Ya." I was speechless.
"You know, the falling stars are pretty too."
"You mean shooting stars?" I asked.
"Ya, you could call them that too." I started to think of my old home. How fear was the only feeling I felt. Tears started to fall from my fragile eyes. He seemed to noticed because he looked over to me, and said, "Don't cry. Like I said before, the falling stars are pretty too."



~Bri:)