Sleeping DragonI wish I had an Asian grandpa.Sleeping Dragon by BreeBree135
We would sit on the floor and paint together.
The sunlight would shine in and brighten the room.
We would drink tea and watch the sun set.
When it is time for bed, he would tell me a story as I lay on the futon.
He would tell me of the children who lived in the roof,
Of the dragon who smiled upon the children and granted them good fortunes,
And how the sun would rise again tomorrow and whisper to the dragon it was time to wake up.
When the moon was out, it was time for the dragon to sleep. To dream.
But the children were still awake, and their voices carried through the wind.
This would be his story.
And I would believe every word of it.
Then he would tuck me in and tell me he loved me.
And he would go to sleep, but I would still be awake.
And I would love my Asian grandpa.
When the sun would rise, I would hope my grandpa would rise, too.
But he would be the sleeping dragon that the sun refused to wake up.
The sleeping dragon that the
TruthThe truth may hurt bitterly, but at least it stands firm;Truth by BreeBree135
It won't let you fall like an artificially sweetened, cheap lie.
FreedomIt is when I let myself be,Freedom by BreeBree135
Not be my own identity or that of anyone else,
But when I simply am a part of everything and nothing
All at once.
It is then that I am free.
Hello there!! I'm Brittany but you can call me Bree. I tend to be shy and quiet in person until you get to know me.|
I love drawing, animals, fireworks, imagination, nature, peace and making new friends.
Oh, and I'm REALLY WEIRD when I want to be. ^w^