i stay up late. the minutes turn to hours, and as they seemlessly flow, like grains of sand in a rivers current-i think of you. the memories rush back to me, quicker than a gasp of fresh air; it's painful, and sometimes i wish to die, for the thoughts to fade away into the dark of the night. but then-i think of you.a smile soon emerges so bright, like the moons emitted light of a very dark night,like an intense flame that glows on a cold winters night. with one more glance, i want to live. that's when-i think of you.

-Hannah Delayne