Advice from a butterfly

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Don’t settle she said.

Be who you want to be.

Fly like a butterfly and show those bright wings.

Don’t hide in the darkness she said.

Ask the world for advice but teach yourself all about life.

Fly near the sun.

Let the heat bring you to life.

Defrost the coldness trapped in the heart.

Fly near danger but learn to adapt.

To survive.

To be free from birth to the end.

In life, don’t settle.

Dream.

Fly.

Open your wings and keep them open until the day you die…

Peace

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 I close my eyes and travel to the deepest of calming places.

My favorite place in my mind is where the sky is pitch black but the stars and moon illuminate everything.

I am on a boat floating above blue water.

My fear of drowning disappears because the water feels like cotton.

When the world is loud and chaotic, I close my eyes and see this world.

A world of dreams and fluffy clouds.

The breeze is cool but comforting.

As I lay on my bed I see the sky and realize all I need in this world of sin, is my imagination and my need for peace.

A little drawing

Nightmare

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Heres a little halloween themed post since we are in october! It is an excert from a book I am working on. Hope you guys enjoy.

I woke up in the middle of the night with sweat running down my face. Someone was touching my feet. I looked at the foot of my bed, but no one was there. I tried going back to sleep, a few seconds later I felt someone tug my foot. I screamed. I heard loud music playing in the living room. I walked to the living room thinking it was the Bluetooth radio again. Sometimes my neighbors would accidentally connect to my Bluetooth radio. Once I walked into the living room the music stopped.
I looked into my mother’s bedroom, she wasn’t there. I began hearing a man’s voice say in a taunting manner, “Here comes the boogie man.” He repeated that phrase and his voice just kept getting louder and louder. I yelled, “Whoever you are, I took karate classes, I will fight back.” I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. The man’s voice got louder and closer, I could hear him breathing and chuckling but had no idea where he was.
I yelled, “Show yourself!” He said, “Don’t you remember me?” I listened to his voice. “Guardian angel?” Suddenly the man I knew as my guardian angel appeared in front of me. It was a reflex of mine and I swung the knife. It went right through him and he was uninjured. “Hello darling, I have been thinking on our deal you know, and I am here to clarify something I expect from you.”
I looked at him confused and said, “You never said I owed you anything.” He chuckled and said, “I play dirty, unfortunately. I did tell you I wanted some powers from you, well let’s say the biggest power I can take from you is your soul.”
I panicked, “Is he the devil?” I thought to myself. He said, “No I am not, but some people would say I am.” I said, “How did you hear that. Listen there is no way I am giving you my soul. So, fuck out of here you demon.” Now, some may say I am pretty bold for talking to him like that, but that’s just who I am. He was shocked at my response and said, “Feisty, aren’t you. Listen here child, nothing’s going to happen to you. You aren’t going to die. All that’s going to happen is I own you now. I send you to do things for me here on earth and in the afterlife.”
“Wha… what do you mean?” He picked his fist up and opened it and showed the flame once again. This time the flame was black. ‘My child, I am death. I come to people when they die, and I take them to the afterlife they deserve. You will do my job from now on from the hours of 3am and 8am.”
“But why me? What I ever did to deserve this?” The flame got bigger, and it turned into ice and he handed it to me, “It’s all part of a bigger picture. I won you fare and square” I was so confused, nothing made sense. I held the piece of ice in my hand and it melted before my eyes.
“Why me?” I asked. He said, “Just luck I guess.” I got annoyed, “Luck? How is taking dead people to heaven or hell everyday luck?” He disappeared in front of me. A gust of cold air entered the room.
I heard my mother’s voice from her room. “Eva, everything ok?” I ran into her room. “Mommy, death came in here and wants me to do his job and he said he owns me. I am so scared.” She cut me off and said, “You must’ve been having a bad dream like when you were little. Go back to bed and get your rest sweetheart.” I knew she wasn’t going to believe me, so I decided to shut up. I asked her if I could sleep in her room that night.
I slept next to her in her room and thought about if all this was just a hallucination and I, in fact, was just going crazy. I managed to fall asleep around 4am. I kept dreaming with my grandmother, asking me to pray so when I woke up, that’s what I did, pray…