Night and Day Why does the night stand for hell and evil and day stand for heaven and good? I think it should be just to opposite. The#moonis a cool, calm piece of our home that drifts across our sky. The sun is a raging and burning sphere of fire and gases that destroys anything that comes too close. In darkness, you must trust in the good of the universe and things around you because at any moment something could happen. Shouldn't the moons light glow represent our safety, and the suns raging beams our danger? Just because we can't see at night doesn't mean the night is trying to harm us. The sun burns our skin while the#moonlights our path just enough to leave some mystery around us. We owe our #life to the sun, but we can't gaze upon its beauty. The#moonis serene and lets us see its love. The night is for trust, while the day is for betrayal.

Wild Card Why is the card in games, that can be anything number or color or thing you want it to be, called a wild card? Does that mean that people who believe they can be anything they want to be are wild or reckless? Why not a free card? A dreamer card? An unstopable card? Is it a symbol that we can't be anything we want, with out going wild or spirling downhill? Or are we all wild cards, free from limits or chains? Are we constricted to one color, number, or thing? Or are we all really tied down to what the universe has set before us, and that wild card is beyond our reach, we are all living a #life that has been planned out before us?

Talks Is everyone like this? Does everyone have talks with themself? Not just silly chatter, but real, meaningful talks in which part of you is argueing with the other? Talks that involve wiether the extra razor in your bathroom should be used for something other than shaving? Talks about how you could hide the cuts and scars under sleeves and bracelets? Talks about how no-one would miss you if you just disappeared one day? Talks about what would happen if you took over the max suggestion of pills? Just one more pill than you have to take anyways? Talks about what you would say if the counsler called you down or if your parents sent you back to therapy? Talks that end in tears and screams? Does everyone have those? Does anyone but me? Because that's only the beginning of our conversation...

Crash The warm, scarlet liquid pooled around the young girls body. She could hear her friend calling to her. Screaming. But she didn't want to use the last drops of her energy making out words of terror and distress. Instead she closed her eyes and relived the last seconds of her #life one more time. The calm sunny day. The fun, laughter-filled bike ride. Then the turn. They called it Devils Way for a reason. But she had forgotten to slow down. The metal railing hadn't stopped her speeding bike, but instead launched her off of it and sent her falling down the mountain side. She remembered the sharp bang of the rock on her head. Then just the noises of the forest until her friend found her, bloody with no signs of #life. And she did the only thing she could do now. She let go of her #life and was swiftly pulled away from her own familiar body into the very air around it. She watched her friend call 911. Watched them take her body away. Watched her best friend collapse in her room when they announced they couldn't bring her back to #life. Watched her friend succeed in #life, carrying the memory of her best friend with her for the rest of her days. Now, the soul of a lone girl sits on the curve in Devils Way, forever attached to this earth, watching others avoid her own fate and wishing she too had slowed down, but never got a second chance.

Death is Dead Some people think it's simple. #life. Death. You live then you die then you spend your #life in heaven. Or hell. But what if you lived forever? Never aging or dieing. Always here. All knowing. It's like living in a lie. Don't make friends. They'll die on you. Don't stay in one place. People will see that you don't change. Don't fall in love. It will all end in pain. I would know. I have been here since 1657. People... things like me are accidents. Mistakes. When the lies of the universe all slide in and collapse into each other, something like me is made. Something to keep all the secrets away from anyones reach. To protect them with a #life that can't be taken away...