Missionary

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pastel colors brush the sky as water color memories fall on my cheeks the sun sets on all things even dreams i must wake and realize i am sick i am dying i have to leave   breathe.
I just came back home, Now I will be starting school, School life is different.  
Maybe at first it wasn"t my goal, but eventually I became so engulfed. How could I ignore the faces alone dripping and broken and scarred to the soul. Why must they suffer
Part I   The very inspiration began on a seventh day Of the eight month of the year 2013 AD A class by a master on translations Triggering him to reveal a historic place Unknown much, a place so great
Priesthood, blessings, strong faith in God, 
They are waiting I am waiting I don't know them, they don't know me, But we are waiting for each other.  I have prayed for them already. I want to be a missionary.    All my life I've
i'm hungry hungry enough to eat a horse or a bull  or my own intelligence In the favor of the norm Pop cultural conglomerates broadcast the monetary fervor with ignorance no no i can't I won't!
There was no real winter in the desert. As children, we would stair at the sky And wish that the small white flakes would  Fall from the heavens and kiss our faces, Like they did for the children on tv.  
Sitting on the dusty ground; looking, eyes scanning, always prowling for the little black speck. The little black speck that shows life was here, Here fifty million years have passed,
IF there was a job, that could change your life, what would you say.   Wouldnt that persuade you to achieve your dream, I mean, who wouldnt want better for themselves   Isnt that why we're here
Many languages I will speak,Lessons are what I seek.To succeed in future careers,First I must join my college peers.
I sing for fun But thats not enough In my future I see myself singing In everyone's ears, my voice is ringing It's loud and clear,making The competition chilled with fear
The struggles of life vary person to person. "I can't pay rent" to "I hate my extravagant life": Those inevitable thoughts. "If you hate it so much, change it," They said.
Being the youngest student in my grade, always felt weird. By the age of 15 years old I was a Junior in High School. I  was very mature and ready to be independent. Looking for my first job was very stressful.
I always wanted to hear about how your days were drawn near, from the time you wake up in the morning, from the time you rest at night. The mind is a wondering device, how I long to know the answer to your every thought. Let me help. Let me see.
Beep. Click. Snap. Say Cheese! Upload. Photoshop. Scrap. Let's Shoot Again.   You love the sound of it- photographer. The way it rolls off your tongue. The way you answer people when they ask,
A photographer can capture a million thoughts in a single slow shutter shot
A little hand reaching out for mine, the first feeling that comes to mind, sadness then joy.   I am hoping the years in health class and religious studies has prepared me for such strife,
Traveling afar A crowded bus Moonlight bright A world unknown Unfamiliar faces Destruction, despair Sent on your behalf I am a missionary   A dirt path Fragmented steps
A little blonde girlshe stepped onto a plaine and away with her family she went Away from her friendsand her comforts and carefreeswith her ponitailed hair all unkempt
They see pain and suffering all around, And pray to ease the yolk, I see another pack of noodles, And just another bottle of Coke.   They see hypocrites and liars, Fighting for what they know is right,
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