Yay I got moms laptop!!

Yay I finally get to use mom's laptop.I think she is looking, let me take a look. Nevermind she is not looking. She is singing the national anthem. She is on the phone now so she can't catch me. 

Here is my full name. Dominique Genevieve Augerlavoie

I'm going to ruin her laptop, just kidding.

Something I want to talk about is how you get your moms laptop from her, it's easy!

When she goes to the kitchen to get a drink of water she comes back to write, she puts it on a new page on her blog. You start writing funny stuff. Then when she reads it she thinks it's funny and might let you write more. But then she probably won't let you write ever again because we aren't supposed to touch the laptop.

I was going to tell you how to sneak on mom, but you can't. she always knows you are there and yells "get out of my room i know you are there!". I want to write more about sneaking but my mom will read this and I will blow it for me and my brothers. 

The Light

We are light.

We follow light.
We run from light.
We create light,
and extinguish light.

We bathe in light.
We hide from light.
We are inspired by light,
and we are blinded by light.

We cherish light.
We abuse light.
Light burns inside,
and light brightens outside.

Light brings peace.
Light brings fear .
Light is yours,
and what you make of it, dear.

Light is you and I. 

Light is night and day.
Light is ideas, goals, and dreams.
Light is failure, pain, and grief.

Light is your abandoned past,
and light is the open road ahead.

Light brings you home.
Light leads you astray.
Light speaks to you,
and tells you the way.

Light is scary.
Light is real.
Light is dark,
when you refuse to feel.

We breath light.
We drink light.
We dream of light.

Live light.