Throughout misty forest
tu seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.


Bad luck follows tu
like a hook,
won't let tu go,
won't leave tu alone.


tu smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that tu hope for.


Devil is calling your name,
leaves tu not,
tu don't see the ángel on
your shoulder,
trying to give tu a strength.


tu long for life
that tu don't know of,
tu seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.

January 16, 1815

Journal,
    We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits por Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to mover tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fuego earlier, and let me tell tu journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fuego ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
    Bye Journal,
        Nadia

The Pookie

The pookie fell from a árbol
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.

farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the parte superior, arriba tu see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.

Till this día those who were near dicho it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.

moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o

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