Journal #2

Dear Journal,

Today I imagined myself dancing in the cornfields, thinking. How does it feel like to be the blue sky when it's raining and you have to bear it? How does it feel like to be a corn and get plucked out? How does it feel being a moon when you keep changing? As i know, all humans have problems, all of them, the rich, the poor, the moderate. The small, the tall, the short. Nobody can get away with it. Isn't that unfair? It's just the nature of living. But revenge does not serve justice. You will never feel satisfied. I've tried that but i stopped.

Love, Mizzie