*A/N* I've been working on this for a bit and am actually fairly proud :). Please give me feedback!!! You people are too nice on here <3
P.S. Check it out! It's a whole four pages long. So much pride.

68-Revolve

You know the feeling when you begin to see a person in a new light… they’ve always been there, but they’ve never been like this, never have their blue eyes glowed, never has that smile transfixed you, never has their voice sounded like this. It’s so new. So strange. So wonderful.

Four Thousand Five Hundred Forty Nine 4 Thousand 5 Hundred 49 4549 days Such a long time and I have a hard time remembering. Of course, I do have memories, and fond ones at that. But I have a hard time remembering what it feels like. What it was like for the first 650 weeks of my life. I remember that it was care free. I didn’t have any long term worries. I remember once, when I was six and we went sledding for P.E. I can’t help but smile. 393,088,680 seconds. How precious each one was. For about 2.5 years, I didn’t have many friends. I was lonely.

(ooc: i literally am just going to start typing. hopefully something representative of my normally sentient nature will result)

 *A/N* Okay, so I wrote this last night in a crazy book-happy writing frenzy (which happened because I posted how much I loved Reckless on Cornelia Funke's Reckless facebook page, and she replied!!!!!!!). I'm trying to reveal more of David's past, but I haven't written much of this lately, so I was having trouble getting into his skin. So, sorry if his mood changes weirdly or if either he or Marie are acting out of character. Constructive criticism would be great. :)

*A/N* keep in mind that this may be a little choppy! Constructive criticism is not only welcome but appreciated!!!

Second Mommy

She watchs from the rocking chair,

Her eyes scanning the room,

Her face and feature unmoving.

Little tears form in the sides of her hazel eyes,

Her love eminating around the room.

She watches her chilren sweetly,

And they sleep on.

In the corner is the craddle,

Where little Pierre sleeps after crying,

His eyes screwed shut because of illness,

His peaceful breathing disrupted by the wheeze in his throat.

 Hi everyone. :)  Sorry I've been gone.  But I'm back, hopefully for a while....

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What is love?

It is not enough to be understanding --

Love is a soul to soul choice

That goes beyond comprehension.

It is not enough to be passionate --

This involves the senses

Which shift and melt with the seasons

And have nothing to do with the heart.

It is not enough to be tolerant -- 

A person is known by his works

And must be urged on to higher goals.

 Written when I was 9 years old.....

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Who am I?

That I have gone away the same and have come back new

Changing in a blink of an eye; Or have I just changed what I do

Who am I?

That my eyes see different than what I saw

 A person shining more beautiful than the moon’s light

Someone who always protected me who I never knew before

Who am I?