This is LifeVictoria Zike

Life is like a rose dying slowly but surely. The willows are

weeping as I leave the one place I have always known. The only place I have ever know is now slipping through my fingers. Earth around me looks as almost to be trotting like a graceful horse trying to keep up to the mother that has nurtured it to the one thing it knows to be. I sit and watch the rain as it looks almost to be crying for me.

This is my home Jacksonville Florida. I am leaving not only

everything I have ever known but I am leaving my past, my future, my sole, me. Life is more than what I can describe. I sit here barely able to breath and wonder what will happen to me.

Families are loving, caring, and joyful. Well this is one thing I

have never experienced, the sensation of being loved. The feel of being wanted is something that seems more distant to me than Pluto.

There is no words out there to explain what I feel right now.

We hit state line to Georgia when I finally realize that I am merely a shadow in the dark, watching everything disappear until earth itself is merely a speck. My heart sinks at the thought, as i watch the last of my home slip away.

My father had died in a war a month before I was born and

my mother died at my birth. I can't help but feel guilty for the death of my mother. When my parents had died I was sent to live with my aunt who I merely knew, but since there was no will to be found, I was forced here. My aunt very earnestly dislikes me, she blames me for the death of her only sister.

The End