Night

Black as night, and thin as ice,
the sheet before us lay,
Blinding us from what is real
during the light of day.

Though as the night draws ever near,
swallowing all light in his way,
the sheet before us vanishes
and reality comes out to play.

"Do not fear," he says to me,
"I know all you think and do.
I can offer comfort.
I can offer truth."

Every night, I refuse,
for I fear what I do not know,
until one night I decide
to see what he has to show.

Black as night, and thin as ice,
the sheet before you lay,
And I, on the other side
in reality, as you delay.

K.S.

Reality

One of my most favorite hobbies: Daydreaming.

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I could go back in time, let's say ten years, but still have the same knowledge that I have today. That would put me in the third grade, with a college reading level, though the math levels may not be up to par... Wow! I would probably be a super genius, skip five grades, and start college at the age of 13, grad school by at least 17 or 18.

However, I try to make sure I don't think about this too much, because that's when reality starts to set in. And personally, I don't think reality gets along well with daydreaming. They tend to bicker. A lot.

So when I start to realize how horrible life would be as a 13-year-old college freshman, I move on to the next dream.

This time, i'm living in my New York City flat, getting ready to head off to my job at the top publishing agency. After a long days work, I come home and begin to continue writing my fourth bestselling novel. But New York is two thousand miles away. And I still have to finish college. And I haven't even written a book.

I really wish reality would stop arguing with my daydreams.