No homework.
Ah, sounds like such bliss.


ConsumeIt's amazing how relaxing darkness can be.Consume
Lying there, eyes closed, listening to nothing: there's no sounds, and sometimes I swear I hear the heartbeat of myself--or maybe it's yours, but then I know you're not there. I open my eyes for a moment, just to be sure, and I'm always disappointed by the air beside me, the lack of imprint on the bed. The part of your bed that is to always be yours is empty.
That's the point when I get out of bed, rubbing my left eye, and stumble towards the bathroom. I turn on the light, hands fumbling, and stare at the reflection in the mirror.
"Look at y


You Can't See ItYou can't see it,You Can't See It
but I know she's there.
I feel her hand in mine,
though it's invisible.
I feel it's warmth and comfort.
I can still see her smile, even if all you see is thin air.
She looks best with that smile,
the smile that says she forgets where she is.
Even for a moment,
I know she's still there.
I let her twirl in time with this imaginary song,
then bring her close again.
To look at those eyes you can't see.


Eyes of KeroseneThe light in his eyes wasn't a complete fire, but it was more like kerosene: it was meant to stimulate warmth, comfort, but I knew how dangerous it really was. Just one nudge, just one wrong move and the kerosene would topple over, and everything within his eyes would burn into a flame that couldn't be extinguished. It wouldn't take long to learn to stop fighting the flames. They would hurt at first, but then, after awhile, I learn to become numb.Eyes of Kerosene
I'm a magical, otherworldly person. One impervious to the flame. I've trained myself, I know the flame might hurt for a moment--but then there is nothing. The flames remain there


A Note of ConcernIt was in the mailbox. I had checked the mailbox when I came home from school, before either of my parents had gotten home. In it was a letter from the school. Confused, because well, there had been no recent state tests, and report cards weren't due for another couple weeks, I had opened it to find a letter to my parents from my homeroom teacher.A Note of Concern
Dear Mr. and Ms. Halperin,
I am writing you today as an advocate for your son, Saule's, welfare. While Saule is indeed highly talented for his age in various different areas of academics, there is something left to be desired in his social maturity and ability to accept c
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