By Josephine Confido, JC 1 Truth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe I couldn\u2019t move because the white light approaching me had tantalized my infant heart into believing I\u2019d just been born \u2014 so depraved of warmth, a distant yearning for days past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A fleeting thought will pass me; and I will remember, that I was there once\u2026in this world, and I could stay in it for all of eternity. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll think of the time we ate supermarket sushi after a convention my parents got mad about, six thirty at night. I\u2019ll think of the time I fell in love with a boy I\u2019d never seen, of a time where I\u2019d thaw myself in ice if it meant I\u2019d wake up being held warm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll think about every bad joke, about every awkward situation, about houses I\u2019ve passed and trees that exist only in mourning. I\u2019ll think of every warm meal, every cold one, of ones I didn\u2019t even get to eat and how I told you, I\u2019m sixteen and I don\u2019t know what to do.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ll never know what to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ll never turn around and catch the bus to my favorite diner again to have my favorite pesto pasta. I\u2019ll never be able to hug my best friends ever again, fight with my mom, hide a fish in the cabinet above my head again \u2014 get into trouble, and laugh about it afterward. I\u2019ll never laugh again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n So, I\u2019ll lay on the ground of this highway. And I\u2019ll bleed on it in hopes that some of me will seep into the earth and remember that I was alive. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ll be alive forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" By Josephine Confido, JC 1 Truth Maybe I couldn\u2019t move because the white light approaching me had tantalized my infant heart into believing I\u2019d just been born \u2014 so depraved of warmth, a distant yearning for days past. A fleeting thought will pass me; and I will remember, that I was there once\u2026in this world, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1958,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":true,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false},"categories":[5,18],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1957"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1957"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1957\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1959,"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1957\/revisions\/1959"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1958"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1957"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1957"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quill.binabangsaschool.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1957"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}