Owl City - FirefliesYou would not believe your eyesIf ten million fireflieLit up the world as I fell asleep'Cause they'd fill the open airAnd leave teardrops everywhereYou'd think me rude but I would just stand and stareI'd like to make myself believeThat planet Earth turns slowlyIt's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake while I'm asleep'Cause everything is never as it seems'Cause I'd get a thousand hugsFrom ten thousand lightening bugsAs they tried to teach me how to danceA foxtrot above my headA sockhop beneath my bedA disco ball is just hanging by a threadI'd like to make myself believeThat planet Earth turns slowlyIt's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake while I'm asleep'Cause everything is never as it seems(When I fall asleep)Leave my door open just a crack (Please take me away from here)'Cause I feel like such an insomniac (Please take me away from here)Why do I tire of counting sheep? (Please take me away from here)When I'm far too tired to fall asleepTo ten million fi
Chapter 1, Enter DarknessChapter 1: Enter the DarknessThe worlds have moved again, the heartless are on the move, the nobodies haven't been seen for a while, and the original Keyblade wielders have passed away. There are new wielders to the Keyblade now, though they do not know it yet. They are about to recieve the ride of their life. As our story unfolds, they will go through many perels, face many opponents, pass many obstacles, and find new doors to uncover the secrets of the worlds beyond. These three best friends, having grown up together, are the decendents of Sora, Kairi, Riku and King Mickey."Haruda!" Motoko screamed as she punches her friend's back. "I told you I'm not buying you another new skateboard if you broke that one!""Come on, Motoko." Haruda cried in reply. "You're my best friend and I'd do the same for you.""If you had money." she said, punching him again."Are you two fighting again?" Toshirou sighed, walking between them. "If you don't stop I'm going to lock you in the same room until
BabysittingAs I watch the little girlsI begin thinking of my own children to comeWho will they resemble, their mother or me?How will they act, rebellious or obedient?As these and other questions enter my mindI look at the sky and trees overheadI imagine possibilities for the futureBoy, girl, twins, tripletsAnd as I finish my thoughts, I tell myself"I can only wait."