Introductions: Hayden
Hayden. That's my name. There's nothing special about me. Just another perfect story I want you to hear out. I wish I could tell you it was but in our reality, life is full of mistakes and regrets. I want to make sure everyone, it could be a teenager who found my memoir in the trashcan or it could be a carefree child who doesn't even understand the words. Perhaps, this will be posted online. That is my wish. I want to a broader audience that could span across the whole United States to remember what I have written.
A widow pane is in front of me
Rain litters the glass.
I'm sitting on a chair at a table
Should I ask for a second chance?
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THE HUMAN CONNECTION
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The Turning Point
I'm flying
Two different endings
But in the end…….Everyone is here for a reason. It may start from a simple kiss in the dark or from a straightforward idea sparked by a writer sitting next to a fire thinking of ways to express how he feels at the moment. I hope to God no one is writing this story as it happens to me. That would be one ******** up writer. Who want to read a story about me? I'm not your perfect character. I have seen my fill of pain and trouble. As I adjust my chair to see the sky I silently think to myself about my past. I then lay my head on the table and start to cry. I look up to the sky one more time. It is dull and grey. It reminds me of a day that feels like forever ago…..
Hayden. That's my name. There's nothing special about me. Just another perfect story I want you to hear out. I wish I could tell you it was but in our reality, life is full of mistakes and regrets. I want to make sure everyone, it could be a teenager who found my memoir in the trashcan or it could be a carefree child who doesn't even understand the words. Perhaps, this will be posted online. That is my wish. I want to a broader audience that could span across the whole United States to remember what I have written.
A widow pane is in front of me
Rain litters the glass.
I'm sitting on a chair at a table
Should I ask for a second chance?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE HUMAN CONNECTION
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Turning Point
I'm flying
Two different endings
But in the end…….Everyone is here for a reason. It may start from a simple kiss in the dark or from a straightforward idea sparked by a writer sitting next to a fire thinking of ways to express how he feels at the moment. I hope to God no one is writing this story as it happens to me. That would be one ******** up writer. Who want to read a story about me? I'm not your perfect character. I have seen my fill of pain and trouble. As I adjust my chair to see the sky I silently think to myself about my past. I then lay my head on the table and start to cry. I look up to the sky one more time. It is dull and grey. It reminds me of a day that feels like forever ago…..
