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The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. Writing is an art of the soul, of the mind. We write to express and to explore. Writing is an escape and a entrance. It brings us to new worlds and new ideas. It could reveal things you never new about yourself and it can hide your feelings. Personally, writing to me is like a kid playing with finger pants. Writing is my life and my passion. This is me. All of it. I hope you enjoy! (:
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i stand there.. at the end of the pool. i know its my time. my two friends accompany on either side. one that has been there all along and another that i recently befriended. one grabs my arms and another grabs my legs and they swing me into the pool. by now all evil has been warded of to the brinks of the pool, unable to touch something so pure. there is a light descending from above, making the water steam and boil. i flip in the air and come face to face with the bright light, then the burning water. my body plunges to the depths, but by now im unrecognizable. where am i? all i can see is a faint figure in the distance. fear vanishes from my body, but pain, excruciating pain, replaces it. i squirm around like a worm in the hand of a human, slowly dying yet knowing its fate. this was different though. i knew something better than death was approaching me as i (whatever i was) made my way to the surface. the unrecognizable outline that accompanied me in the pool was above waiting for me. as my head broke through the line between water and air, i experienced something different. freedom? no this was better. realization? no i had that before… my head draws a blank as i try to attach this feeling with something i used to know. now in the shallow end, i stand in the pool with my mysterious guest while everyone else is crowded around the pool. they take notice of a sense of evil surrounding the edges where they were forced to, but they cant see them like i can. facing the person in the water, a puzzled look spreads across my face. i know him. i think i do. he smiles at me and says dont worry Natasha, everything will be fine. shock strikes me as i remember what happened! i traded my life for something different, something better. what is it? i cant recall any parts of my former life and im not sure who i am. i look up to the light and know everything will be alright. i look at the man. hes looks nineteen, a couple years older than me. he has straight, tangled black hair with bright blue gray eyes. his eyes smolder when he smiles, a brilliantly white smile. he laughed at my priceless facial expression and i smiled back at him. he grabs my hand and we walk up the steps of the pool.. my jeans and shirt transform into a beautiful white strapless dress. i look over to my man and hes dressed in a white tux.. are we getting married? im so lost.. he looks over and smiles at me. i cant help but smile back. “oh im adam” he murmurs. a light goes off in my head! i know this guy.. i was in love with him before he disappeared. i turn and hug him and he chuckles. wrapping his arms around me, he kisses the top of my head. i look up and smile at him and i tear runs down my cheek. “i found you” i announce….

he looks down, his eyes gleaming; making my heart tremble. a smile spreads across his flawless face. “im sorry, but it wont happen again” he assures me. “i trust you” i whisper, making the moment feel personal. he leans in slowly, guarded. in the back of mind i note a split second of pain flash through his eyes before my eyes shut and his lips were on mine. the kiss was hesitant, shy, sweet, and short lived. someone cleared their throat and my eyes fluttered open as i take a step back from adam. a little man, aged far beyond his size is impatiently staring up at us. slightly glaring, i feel to strongest urge to push him down and be alone with the one who steals my heart away whenever he pleases. my manners are quickly recovered and i grab adam’s hand, smiling at him. he didn’t see me at first for his head was tilted up to the skies and his mind was gone with the wind. water droplets fly off his beautiful black hair with the shake of his head. he looks down at me and smiles back, as if nothing happened. i cloud of confusion fills my head with doubt. i just kissed a guy that i feel like i have known all my life, but in reality i barely know him. i know we have a history, but what is it? and why was he holding back? a hold back any look other than joy so people dont worry. my attention focuses on the irritating man. “if you guys could follow me that would be great” he murmurs, obviously annoyed by our presence….