Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20180721150828/@comment-35702393-20180726141742

Lets end this day with another one of m cliche poems /short story idk (bows)

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The night sky shown millions of dazzling colored diamonds that no matter how random or unknown the pattern would be, the composition was beautiful. The clouds we not to be seen but the air was surprisingly cold, I had to bring out a sweater which I temporarily borrowed from my brother's closet. He doesn't know. He doesn't need to know.

I went out of the house and into the lawn, the sweet singing voice of the night crickets make a tint of music ring through my ears like a melody on it's own, settling beauty into the night.

Everything was in place. It was a harmonious piece, this night was. the animals were sleeping soundly into their own burrows and nests, and god is left to question why is it that i refuse to sleep.

something's missing.

Someone's missing.

Her singing voice was gone. Her sweet smile that showed her unperfect teeth was gone, but the memory remained perfect as it is. Her kind stares were gone and her usual morning tea was gone as well, making me miss the sweet scent of honey and milk terribly.

But she's there.

She's not here but she lives! Somewhere up there, beyond all the stars I am unable to seek sight of, beyond all the galaxies and suns that surrounds this little planet I was in, in a world where everyone wants to be in, but no one wanted to go in first.

She was there.

Grandma was there.

And she was smiling at me, waving at me through the starlit sky, saying the sweet nothings I expected her to say.

So I was contented.

I headed back inside the old brick house she had lived her 75 years of life in, visiting the last resting place with my family, and I snuck back the sweater to my brother's closet.

And I slept, knowing she would always be there.

Always.

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Yep Im sleepy. Goodnight!