Scarry Night

Kid: Hey, Mom, can you get me a bag of chips?

Mom: What?

Kid: Can I have some chips?

Mom: Chips?

Kid: Yes.

Mom: What about 'em?

Kid: Can I have some?

Mom: Can you have some chips?

Music is a language of it's own.

Music speaks to some people easily,

while it takes some time with others.

Lots of people, including me, wouldn't be able to live without music.

It's a part of my life all the time,

The other day,
when I came home from school,
I faced horrible misery.
Such fatal misery.
Where, oh where,
did my favorite pencil with the pink giraffes go?
His name was Gary.
His beautiful name was Gary.

Emotions.

They are like the most valuable things being locked up in a chest,

trying to burst out,

trying to take control,

but you have to learn how to control them, 

how to harness them,

I watch as tiny snowflakes float down from the sky, covering the ground in white.

The feeling that snow brings to me is wonderful.

And then I think, "Well, isn't this just a warm winter?".

Mom: I need to call my mom. Brrrrriiiiiiinnnnnggggg!!!!!!

Grandma: Hello?

Mom: Hey, Ma.

Grandma: Who is this?

Mom: It's your daughter.

Grandma: Who?

Mom: Your daughter, Katherine.