My Thoughts
I wonder what makes up the frigid shiver that slithers down my spine, why gravity is so unfair, and why I wake in a cold sweat to dreams that aren't even real and never will be. But I also wonder where the lightning bugs go in the day, I wonder how the trees cannot speak, but yet they tell me things, and how I don't know so many things, but I'd like to. -anna sluder