We begin to run at a young age and we don't stop until our last breathes are taken. Whether we are running in the literal term or just running out of time on a school assignment we are constantly on the go. The sad thing about this is that so many things daily pass us by because we are constantly in a rush. Slow down and take a breathe every now and then and remmeber that spending time with the ones you love is important but you do not have to attend every single event. Sometimes you have to make time for yourself and stop runing yourself in circles. Also, keep in mind that you should not hold any grudges or cause any pain to others because you have no idea when you may run out of time.

Together is my favorite place.

His is my favorite face.

True love is hard to find.

He truly is one a kind.

His eyes burn brightly.

And he always holds me tightly.

Lucky isn't the word for it.

I'd say I was blessed with his love.

Before him I was lost in a deep pit.

But he saved me like something from above.

I will forever will be greatful for his love.

Brandon is his name.

I will love him till I am in my grave.

He burns my flame.

His love makes me brave.

Forever and always we will always be.

My heart is his till my final days.

The clock struck midnight and the lightning struck behind our home. I remember it like it was yesterday. My sister and I shared a bedroom and the blood churning sound the lightning made as it struck that tree still plays in the back of my mind today. My sister was just shy of ten years old and myself I was twelve. The boom must've shook us awake as it happened. My father's voice echoed down the hall as the tree came tumbling down on top of our bed. The fire was so hot and so dry. I remember yelling for my father but not being able to reach for him. I remember the red's and oranges as I reached for my sister as she was pulled away from the tree. I remember the pain in my leg and the pain in my head as it throbbed. I shrieked in terror. I started to see a light and I walked towards it. It all went dark for a while and I woke up in a different unknown place. I remember it like it was yesterday because that was the day I went to heaven. As I look down on my little sister and my parents I watch as they weep there day's away but I know that they'll find comfort in eachother because I am not hurting. I barely hurt the day it happened because it all happened so fast. It was a freak accident and it could've happened at anyone's house but it happened at mine that night at midnight.

Art comes in so many forms. Artists are inside of all of us. We all have artistic abilities. I love writing and that is my type of art. Other people's art may come in paintings and singing but you are free to have your different art forms. Art has the abilitiy to make you happy or make you sad. It has the ability to light up the world. Each piece of my writing has some type of meaning behind it. Even when I don't plan on it having meaning it usually has some type of underlying meaning. Art comes directly from the heart and when we are going through things in life sometimes those things come out in our art. Art has its own beauty and it can signify the meaning that it has. Beauty can also be part of the meaning such as to help you see the beauty inside yourself.

I grew up in a life with everyone comparing me with there past choices. The past is behind us for a reason. If I could change one thing in my past it would be to stop worrying about everyone else around me's past mistakes and expierences. You are your own person. You make your own choices. You have a future to live and only you can make the right decision. Even if you make a bad choice in that time period it will at some point be in the past as well and it won't even matter. Make the best of the time that you do have and make yourself happy.

Dreams aren't just things we want to do but often they are things that we subconciously think about. We often dream about things we want or more often times than not we dream about things that scare us. Sometimes our dreams have meanings that we are unaware of, there is an entire study about the meanings of reoccuring dreams. A reoccuring dream I personally have had was that of a man kicking in my front door. The first time I ever had it was when I was a small child. It was terrifying to a young child to think about being kidnapped especially from your own home. I'd go weeks even months without having the dream and all of a sudden it would happen again. I thought maybe it was because my grandparents would tell me horrible stories of kids who went missing but as I have grown older I still have the same dream. It's almost always the exact same with every detail. The only thing that changes is the mans face. Sometimes he wears a mask and others you see a shadow or an actual face. This dream no longer scares me but instead I've chose to see positive in it. I see this dream as a warning of failure. Anytime I have the dream I make myself aware of what things could go wrong in situatins I'm currenty experiencing and make a list of what I can do to prevent that.

Often we are reminded that today could be our last day. We lose people that we just saw hours before and we wonder if that could have been us. The answer is, yes it could've been. We aren't promised tommorow and we should most certainly make today the best day we possibly can. Sometimes things get in the way of that because something bad happens such as a bad day at work or an argument with a loved one but in those bad moments remember you don't want your last moment to be like that. Apoligize even if you aren't wrong because sometimes the friendships and relationships we have with people are more important than being right. I don't know when my last day on this earth maybe, I hope its not for a long time but if it isn't I would want to be rembered as a kind hearted individual and one who did her best in all aspects of life. It isn't always easy but it is worth it. I want my legacy to be my writing and I want to inspire others to be better versions of themselves and to always keep fighting. I want my writing to bring joy to other peoples faces.

One of the things that we hear is magic doesn't exist but what if it does. I don't mean fairies and mystical creatures I mean magical moments. For example, when good things happen we often describe them as magical. Maybe it's not that magic doesn't exist we just kind of see more negative in the world than we do positive. We often forget that we have magical moments to celebrate because we let the bad over shadow it. As we are moving through our busy schedules we forget that magic is all around us. As kids we play with imignary things and to a child this is ordinary life. However as we grow older we see this as percuilar. The thing is maybe if we actually had more imagination we would be happier people. My magic happens to be my writing. I put words on paper and I bring myself joy and hopefully I bring others joy as well.

Anger is an emotion that everyone feels every once and a while. Sometimes we feel anger over things that we really shouldn't be angry about. For example, often anger is a feeling we feel before being given the entire story and its details. When I become angry I often feel overwhelmed because I have anxiety so often it triggers panic attacks. Also, I often cry when I am angry. All of my emotions end up coming out in just a flood of tears. I don't often get angry just because anger has a bad habit of just turning my world upside down so I work my hardest to find a positive side to the bad.