A Small Blue DotIn our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
I believe we are who we chose to be. Nobody is going to come and save you. You've got to save yourself from whatever it may be. Society won't stick around forever and society wont care forever. I like to consider this all like a book every chapter of your life begins with you flipping the page without any help. Some pages may be heavier than others but you still continue to flip the page. Every chapter leaves you with a cliffhanger without knowing when the book will finish. Its like the earth too in some ways it's so big yet you never know when it will end. Yes, some give up without finishing the book and leaving it thinking it would just continue to be a faded memory but every book has a unique feature to it. Others just decide not to flip the page because they believe that help is on the way when really you are the meaning of help you have to help yourself before you help others maybe if thats what society did there would be some help on the way and maybe the people who left in the middle of the book would still be flipping the pages. But there will never be anyone in the whole universe that would come help and tell us we did that wrong or we didnt do that wrong because at the end of the day you make the decisions and no one helps or tells you how to flip a page. You do it without any help, you help yourself.
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Ouch, stop, your hurting me. Why do you humans always lean on us? Oh did I just hear the bell? Yes finally. 1 hour later, hello, anyone? Sap Sap you there? Ugh, Sania left her stuff on me does she not know that I have a life too? She hurts me with her elbow everyday and doesn't show any gratitude towards me! You may be thinking how I survive, well, her pencil shavings are as divine as her erasers. (Have you been wondering where you erasers went) Oh and best of all the little droplets from the sky are pleasant to have when you had to much of the shavings, wait I think its called a water bottle. Whatever its the sky to me. You might be thinking what in the world do I do when everyone is gone from whatever you call this place. Well, I like to move around the classroom, however, when the janitor walks in that's when night of the museum starts #gametime. Its funny because the janitor is always snooping around peoples desks but not mine. I am too messy, Sania never keeps my tummy clean she is too spoiled. They only thing she keeps clean is her mouth.... Just kidding she isn't that bad. She is actually really beautiful with an optimistic attitude ahhhhhhhhhh off topic. Anyways when the janitor leaves and finished playing night at museum #gametime, I usually just think about how humans can communicate I wouldn't know since I dont have a clue what they are saying or if they are even saying anything, Maybe they have some type of writing way, or communicating with their feet or hands. I don't know, they're just weird people were is there brain at? But life does get exhausting from being a desk. Hearing the screeching sounds of the pens, watching Sania's facial expressions is like a front row seat to a horror movie but without pencil shavings, also dear so and so, I can see you copying my test. Sincerely, joke's on you, I didnt study either. Aha just kidding. Anyways I am getting way too tired, can't wait for tomorrow (being sarcastic). Credits: Sania's website Yours Truly, Elisha |
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