The things I picture in my brain: My thoughts, my feelings, my memories are things I can never explain in words. Storytelling for me is only comes clear with friends who know my experiences and can understand my story even in my obscure clarity. But telling it to a group of people who don't know is nerve racking. My point can never come across. But then again nobody is perfect. Even writing this doesn't have any clarity.

In the darkest night a young boy waits for sleep to take him far away to a place that he controls. As he fades out of this darkness he finds himself in a different kind. He's in the middle of a field, storm clouds fill the sky and the rain pours down in what looks like sheets. He sees a white light ahead of him and he walks towards it. He gets closer, but the light never seems to actually be closer. He stops and frowns, wills the light to come closer but it continues to stay so far away.
He lies in the wet grass with his eyes closed, the rain pelting his eye lids. He wills for her to be there; the girl with the white hair and dark purple eyes. He feels her beside him and reaches his hand out towards her and she takes it. Her skin is warm and her heart beats loudly. He opens his eyes and watches hers and then he points to the white light, but it isn't there anymore. He tries to explain it to her, but she just smiles at him and nods her head. And the longer this goes on, the more frustrated he becomes. Doesn't she believe him? Why isn't she saying anything? He becomes more and more animated about it… And then she disappears. She's never disappeared before, never left him. He stares at the space she was just sitting in and wonders where she went. he stands up to look around for her, but he doesn't see her… He just sees a white light far away from him.

​My brother and I have a tumultuous relationship with my brother.  We're five years apart.  When he was younger, I remember pulling him around in a toy wagon.  He would laugh and tell me to run faster.  However, as we've gotten older, it has become harder to see eye to eye.  As the older sibling, I like to be in charge (in fact, I like to be in charge in almost any relationship), but he now refuses to recognize my authority.  

On New Year's Eve, I had a party and invited my friends.  Trevor decided to raid it with his Nerf guns, shooting everyone in sight.  When we finally broke into teams (I somehow ended up on his team), I was taken hostage and he shot me anyway!

Regardless to say, I was surprised when I heard that we was really going to miss me when I went away to college.  My parents separated a few years ago and it has been really hard on both of us.  He's in therapy right now, trying to smooth out those issues.  My mom told me that part of the problem was that I was leaving him too.  

A week ago, I was in my room, facebooking and listening to music.  My brother knocked on my door and asked me to come out.  I said, "Sure, just a minute" but then got right back to my computer.  I completely forgot about him, and five minutes later came rushing out. 

"What's up, Trev?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I love you and I'm really going to miss you when you go to college."

He has never brought me so close to tears. 

My mother and I were outside a mall that had apparently been built around the corner from Ben Franklin High School in Philadelphia. It was dark, and in a relatively shady section of the city. As we were walking to the car, one of the students pulls a gun on her and threatens not to scream or he will shoot. We're freaking out and she's trying her hardest not to scream and she manages to push his arm away so that when the first shot was fired it was not aimed at her head. This also forces the gun from his hand and thrown several feet away. I scramble to retrieve the gun and the assailant immediately takes off. I chase after him firing several shots. I see him fall - I got him! By this time, however, an army of kids from the local high school start has congregated around us - so many that we couldn't even push our way through to get in the car. The started coming after us and so I threatened them with the gun, not afraid of any legal repercussions I might face for firing at them. I didn't know what to do so I ran. Ran as fast as I could, hoping to get shelter at the high school. I didn't realize, however, that I was being chased. He was much faster than I was. When he caught me he also exposed a gun and warned: "Ya know, it's six o clock. The rest of the Ben Franklin kids will be getting out soon and you will be helpless." To my delight, I see a cop riding his bike nearby and I was able to get his attention. This must have spooked the kid because he ran off - probably to meet back up with the rest of the group. The cop agrees to help and the three of us walk back to the car.


--And thats when I woke up, angered that I won't know how this dream turned out.

Today while I was waiting for the bus at Olney Transportation center, I saw a mother and her 2 kids trying to catch the 22 bus. When the bus started to drive away she told the kids to go run in front of it....