my grandma my angel
i just sit here watchin out the window at the passing cars and the funny looking birds through the window. it is washing itself on the tree branch, whis is dripin rain from the rain last nights shower. i thank what if i were a bird? were would i go? what would i do? of course i know that is not possible, especially now. i'm just sitting here, watchin my life pass me by, second by second, minute by minute. i know i should do something productive,
then the birds flies away, and i turn on the computer to see who is on. its such a beautiful day out side, and i feel so sick i feel like i am falling up which just isnt possible but i still feel like it. my head is spinning almost as if i am in a daze, my brain strarts to pounding, like someone is hitting my skull with a hammer, the sun is shining, which doesnt help its just makes it worse. i hide under the covers. this is the one time i feel like the sun is a bad thing. now my stomach starts to ache, so i move from the couch to my room to lie on my bed, even tho my brain hurts, i start to think i let my imagination go. i thank about how much easier it is to tap your foot to a country song than to a rock song. i think about how long a day seems when you're bored, but when you do something fun the time flies by.
i think about how i wish my parents would stop fighting, and i dont understand some people, or why no one wants to come hang out with me anymore, am i that boring to you.
i start to day dream that is, even more i wander even further in to my imagination, some how the thought of an angel comes in to my head. what do they look like? do they have golden wings? do they live in the moment, rather then the past or the future? are theylight? for some reson i cant stop wondering about them. can a human being become an angel my friends tell me no but i thank my grandpa and grandma is my guardian angel. i take out a piece of paper and start drawing what i thank an angel looks like. in the finsished drawing the angel has golden hair as ich as the sun and gold wings that stretch from her body so that she can touch everyones heart. she is wearing a smile and a pure white robe a golden halo of stars float atop of her head. the drawing makes me smile, and i feel a lil better. tomorrow will be a better day. i thank at that i fall asleep. i dont need to kno what an angel looks like i thank i already kno and angel is my grandma her smile is the light that fills the room when its dark, and her thoughtfulness touchs my heart, my grandma is an angel and watchting over me in heaven.
love u and miss you
grandma and grandpa r.i.p.
