Mosqueeeto

To transform into an animal is a concept that has been thought of and reviewed throughout history, and the majority of the time, people will choose animals that will allow them to be free of the weight of life. With this aspect in mind, I figure that I would aspire to turn into a bird. To be a bird would be a very exhilarating thing, with the sky as my only limit. My bones would be hollow and fragile, yet I’d be strong enough to soar through the air. I feel as if it is a strange opposing concept to be fragile and strong, to be able to escape with the wind, and forget the troubles that suddenly no longer can hold me down. If I were a bir

Grey. Everything about where I live is grey. Not dangerous, life threatening, or in poverty, just grey. The cracks in my walls, and the matted rug, the yellowed linoleum, and water damaged basement. There is no passion or life coming in or out of our paper thin walls. Glances from neighbors who fenced in our property, and cars speeding down our hackneyed, crooked street, as if it were a desperate attempt to flee the crushing greyness of Cumberland Hill. Nowhere fun to simply go, everywhere you walk mismatching houses appear as duplicate sets, parasites on our long-dead road. The grey has even tarnished my memories, even the happy ones. The on