_{"I slept with my mother last night"
"Right...", pause. Mind you, this patient of mine is aged ten, "Any particular reason why?"
"I couldn't sleep"
"Was there something disturbing you, dreams, something that bothered you during the day?" He was reluctant to speak, so I gave him an encouraging look.
"Well, " he hesitated, "There was this one thing, which i kept seeing..."
"In you dreams?" i interrupted.
"Yes, it was a scene, stationary, dark, gloomy. In my room actually, next to the open cupboard where I last week found a family of dead mice."
"I must say you are very well spoken for a ten year old."
"Home taught" He beamed proudly.
"By all means, please continue."
"It was really strange, had a head like a human skull, but I couldn't quite make out it's shape. Darkness seemed to flood from it and fill every nook and cranny in the room. It was so black that even the darkness fled from the corners of the room, " He started to draw on the piece of paper set before him, "He had these long, skeleton like claws which raked the air and smelt of salt."
"Salt?"
"Yeah, like the sea."
"Was there anything else?"
"hmm...it was weird, it kept repeating a phrase."
"Do you remember what it was?"
"He said this: A robin red-breast in a cage, puts all of Heaven in a rage. Think to yourself that every day is your last. The hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise."
"Apocalyptic riddle."}

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My final year of school has begun. It should be an interesting 9ish months of school. I'm expecting that the work load should be tremendous and slightly disturbing. Although i'm currently puzzled as to why so many people are stressing out so early. Maybe I'm too laid back for my own good. Quite looking forward to this game actually. VCE sounds like something incredibly challenging and enjoyable.

But all in all, I haven't been happier. It's hard to be sad or depressed when there is so much beauty in this world to gaze at. Outside my window from my desk, the morning sun shimmers through the long draping leaves of the Iron Bark. The lush green grass, sprouting their stems up into the sky to discard their seeds; the morning dew causing the age old bricks to sparkle like jewels, the rainbow lorikeet chirping and munching happily on flowers and seeds forming on the bushes to the left. The mesmerising dance of plastic bag, riding the wind freely and happily into the sky.

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_{Be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.} - Hannibal Lector