Moonspie

Found myself in the art section, Hoping to feel self reflection, Whether cheerful or depressing, Every portrait holds a blessing. Every paintbrush stroke is driven By a passion, or a vision. Every captured pair of eyes will Stare back out at me, as I kill All my time here, in the warm light, Through the glass panes, until midnight.

I have TRIED ALL DAY, but I can't stop thinking about that whole darkstone incident. I'm panicking. WHAT IF THIS NEVER GOES AWAY-oh, look, it's Clover. Clover is part of Cocoa's dog gang. "Hi, TTM!" Clover runs up to me. "Gather the rest of Cocoa's gang," I told her, "I really messed up this time." "OK!" She says, happy as can be. HOW can she be so CALM?! She runs towards the gang hideout. "GUYS!" She squeals, "Cocoa and her friends are in danger. We must save them." "How can she be so clam?" A dog named Gemstone asked. Don't you mean so CALM?! "YUP!" Another dog named Dancer yelled, "THAT'S MY OYCLAM!" Donkus. "This is serious, guys!" A dog

       The moon shone serenely down on the gentle lapping waves of the ocean. I could hear the water slosh faintly against the beach shore. I was glad to see the full moon, almost like it was a dear friend of mine.        I stepped closer, out onto the sand in my bare feet. No one else was here for miles, only a few birds that seemed to be lazily settling down to sleep in their unseen nests, like parents coming home from a hard day's work. Watching them, I wished I could achieve such relief these days.        No, I softly chided myself. I had to put aside such self-serving thoughts. For the position I was in, individual needs had to be al