after staying awake for 2 days straight, with only a few 1 hour naps somewhere in between, i'm about ready to pass out...but not before i put up this story. for some reason, i have a feeling that something bad is going to happen to me. or maybe i'm just delusional. or paranoid. or just plain messed up. anyways i hope you kids enjoy. have a good weekend.

the sky
he heard a whisper
wo yao ni zi dao
what do you want me to know?

  the boy looked around to see who said that, but he was probably imagining things. or hallucinating. he had been so busy these past few weeks that he didn't get enough sleep, and his already poor heatlh was just getting worse. he continued walking to the music building under the hot sun to go practice for a piano lesson later that day. he noticed that there was a dark cloud hovering over him, surrounded by the clear, blue sky, and it slowly began to rain. how ironic, he thought to himself. like the sky above him, he appeared to be a generally good-natured fellow on the outside, but on the inside was a depressing, frustrated soul. the slow, falling raindrops were feeble attempts to cry and pour out his sorrow. but he never could. because crying is retarded and he didn't have time for such nonsense.

  again, he thought of her. they say that at the right time, that special someone will come, and be the right person for you. but he always wondered, what if i already missed that chance? what if that time already passed? he wished time would just stop. pause. freeze for a second. and let him think back about those good times and memories. but always in the back of his mind, the mistakes he made and all the regrets he had, would always be bothering him. he hated himself so much that he just wanted to give up on everything and disappear. he looked to the sky, and let the rain fall on his face. it was almost relaxing. he pretended they were tears.

  people will just say that he needed a break and to get more sleep. if only they knew, it was so hard to sleep at night, with so many things bothering him. he wished he had those nights again were he would walk around in the middle of the night, and have someone to talk to. he kept walking, because he realized he had to practice before his teacher scoulded him again. but he always wondered...what if he had another chance.

wo yao ni zi dao
i wish i knew