Janelle, and Darren took the time to read my story. <3

Off the top of my head, for Emma. She wanted me to tell her a story.

There once was a man, who worked real hard to make a dream come true. He wanted to build a wall around the trunk of a tree, and call that his home. So he did so.

There was no roof to his house, because he thought having a roof limited him. The tree kept growing, and so did he.

One day he was able to climb the tree, and explore the vastness within such a mundane object of nature.

He carved his findings in the greenest leaves, and attached them to his wall. As the years passed, he was surprised that the leaves didnt die.

Animals that COULD get inside his house, got in, and created a home for themselves among him.

One of the animals was the butterfly. All kinds of them. They covered every inch of bark visible to anything or anyone, allowing the tree to last even longer.

The man couldnt climb the tree anymore, because he didnt want to hurt the butterflies or the tree. He grew sadder and sadder, because he was imprisioned to spend the rest of his life, exploring something that didnt take a life to explore.

He grew bored, and the leaves in the walls began to fade in color, and so did everything inside those walls.

The butterflies saw this, and left the tree to help the man up. As they all departed from the tree, the light that had been hidden all those years burned to life everything again.

The tree was more alive than ever, and so was the man.

The butteflies decided to cover the brown ground, instead of the tree, and it was a wise decision. The boy slept in the tree, and every day, climbed higher and higher.

At last, he reached his destination. The tree curved at the end, onto another tree, where another human being, just like him decided to break the limits.

They grew a bond, and that bond made each tree even stronger. The tree’s roots began to crawl under the wall, and grow up on the other side, until millions and millions of trees covered the universe.

I have a dream. I just dont know how to word it.

I want to live in a world where flowers light up at night.

I have nothing to post.

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I’m probably staying up late tonight. My head hurts a little and my arm is so itchy. Okay, bye, probably.

Feel better.

Im in a really good mood. Zack, I hope you know your song has been played more than 5 times. I really do love it. You have talent.