Red
I am up above the clouds
the sky is red
I wish I was happy
The door's keyhole is broken. I can see through it
I don't sit down and write anymore. I forget I even have a journal until I have a story to share. Never a good story. But a story nonetheless. Not a story my mom would want shared. Maybe because she is embarrassed. Just disappointed I guess. I am not really sure. I think she is worried.