The Daisy ChainWhen i was born, i was a premature baby. I went seven minuets without oxygen stuck undemy moms rib cage. I died. Hevan was beutiful in my eyes. Everyone has their own heavan. Instead of being a new born child there, i was seemingly six year old, in a frilly white dress sitting in a feild of daisies and tulips. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. I picked a couple daisies and made a daisy chain. I put in on my head and began to sing. I sang and I sang until a man came up to me and gently took my daisy chain off of my head. He said "You dont belong here. Not yet." I told him i just wanted my daisy chain back. He told me my precious daisies would be there when I came back one day. So I left. I have spoken to many angels, but only him twice. Once when i tried to commit sucide he talked me out of it, but i havent seen him at all after that. One of the gaurdian angels that I like most and she follows me around is Marissa. Her sisters name is Hazel. They are very kind to me, they might even be my new best friends. This is what come with being indigo! I love my angels.
IndigoRue 13-15, F 1 Response 0 Feb 18, 2012