Excuse the typing errors. one of my friends just told me I should write poetry and that I could be very poetic. it might not be considered actual poetry but whatever.

Life is like one big hill. When you're at the bottom, below the clouds, its awful and cloudy and dark down there. Some days you're in the middle. Where there's just fog but you can barely see the sun too. Sometimes you're on the very top of the hill where unicorns prance and rainbows dance across the sky. Where birds chirp and flowers bloom everyday. But sometimes you're somewhere in between. Where you can see the fog or you can see the sun but you can't reach it. Yet no matter where you are right now, at the bottom or the top, there's always that hope, the sparkle, of sunshine. It might just be farther away or less clear but its always there. You just have to learn to stay above the clouds, learn to not fall or slide back down to the ground. You want to soar and see the world.