I'm supposed to give you instructions on how to do something.

Don't worry I will, once I think of something to instruct you on.

Just because you know who I am now, doesn't mean I'm going to stop writing. I want to show you who I am, how I think, and what I feel. Even with the possibility of you judging me, or hating it just because it was me that wrote it, I don't care. I just want to be me. I want you to be you, and I just want everyone to be real. Now we have that chance. Don't stop writing your feelings or what you think just because some people know who you are now. That shouldn't change anything, even though it probably does. You shouldn't care. Your writing is beautiful. You are beautiful. I am not one to judge. Never have been. We all have made our share of mistakes and still do. We have different weaknesses, strengths, likes, dislikes... but that is what makes us beautiful. Now instead of praising a pen name, we can actually praise each other. That is the way it should be, and the way it should always be. [insert name here]...[Kira Hannemann]

Too grown up. 

I wish I could do more to help you see yourself the way I see you. Perfect. Even though no one is really  perfect... I think you are. At least the closest person to perfect I have ever known. You struggle. A lot. And yes, you have made mistakes, but all of that has shaped you into this amazing human being I'm so lucky to call mine. Stop saying you aren't good enough. You know how mad that makes me. I've never had someone treat me the way you do. Even one simple look in your eyes makes my mood escalate. I can't imagine my life without you in it. You have made me a better person. You always put me back on the right track. That means a lot to me. 

Poetry has never been my specialty. I've always envied those who have the gift to put simple words together and make it sound so beautiful. The way they can speak them with such power and emotion. I wish I was able to get out of my box enough to do that. You can say I'm jealous. Very jealous actually. I try and try and try and try. I can never find the right words. But these poets that we all know and love do it with such easiness, or so it seems. Jealous. Envious. Frustrated. Yes, that is me. But at least I get the enjoyment of reading the great poems that have already been written.

The sky is clear, and it's a windy night.

Staring at me with her big brown eyes, what an amazing sight.

Her hair long and flowing, moving in the breeze.

As soft and as gentle as the whispers from the trees.

She walks to me, and pulls me into a tight embrace.

But then she slowly looks up with her beautiful face.

She giggles, and her bottom lip she bites.

Oh how I love seeing that brilliant flash of white.

Move in, then a kiss, then another and again.

I am so lucky to call her my bestfriend.

I with her, and her with me.

There's nowhere else i'd rather be.

With her, the time goes flying by.

On this windy night, with the clear sky.

-[insert name here]

Dear Moon,

          thank you. Thank you for staying awake at night just so we can have a romantic kiss in your light, or make up fictional characters that transform in your presence. Or even put your phases tattooed on our skin and printed on our tee-shirts. Thank you for working so hard each day to orbit around Earth to give each of us a chance to see your beauty surrounded by our stars. Without you Moon, we wouldn't have the ocean tides.  We would not get the enjoyment we feel when we go to the sandy shores. Thank you for that too. I'm sorry that you always get looked over because of Sun. That must be hard sometimes. We do love you. Even when you're bleeding you still look beautiful. But don't worry, we all stay awake to make sure you are okay when you are. I hope you aren't lonely up there. I want to come visit you one day. Not a lot of people get that chance, but someday I will. Thank you Moon, for everything. 

Sincerely,

[insert YOUR name here]

I've realized how real life is getting this past week. The things that I have been looking forward to are now scaring me. Really bad. I was excited to be done. High school hasn't been the greatest for me, but now looking back I wish I would have done more. I wish I would have gone to more parties and tried out for more things. But, there's nothing I can do about it now. We are graduating. I am graduating. Not only from high school, but from childhood. That is the final step into adulthood. We'll all have to move out and live on our own. That freaks me out. I used to think I was ready, but now all I want to do it stop time. Rewind, and live it all again. But I can't. As much as I want to do that I know I will never be able to. Maybe I am ready for this. Maybe it is time for me to grow up and be independent. It's time for all of us to. I guess that is pretty exciting.We all get to move on to the next stage of life together. Good luck to all. I wish you all the very best. We are going our separate ways in about a month, and we are ready for the adventure life has for us. 

Sincerely,

[insert name here]

I know this isn't exactly what the post is supposed to be, but I've always wondered what it would be like to be in space. I mean, yeah "technically" we already are, but I mean space space. The space where the stars burn, and astronauts float around. I wonder what it would be like the not have the Earth's gravitational pull. (After seeing the movie Gravity, it seems kinda scary, but I still wonder what it would be like)  Just imagine. No noise. Nothing. Oh how amazing that would be at this moment. There is so much noise around me I can barely hear these words in my head to type. The stress has me in it's hold and gravity is still pulling me down. My space camp would have to be... space. (Well, space space)