It will be two o’ clock in the morning your sitting in your bed, eyes wide open, and everyone’s asleep. All of a sudden you start to wonder why you are sad and broken in the inside. Thoughts run through your head about bad memories and unforgettable pasts. You cry a river soundlessly in your pillow so no one would know your crying. You get up from your bed, tiptoeing to your desk for a pencil and paper. You cool down and ease the sadness of your heart as you look out at the full moon, watched by leafless trees. You slouching against the wall beside your desk writing the story of your life, as a cold fall breeze rushes through your hair, as it tickles through your lonely soul…#JODIARIAS