Battery

My whole life I was always the quiet one. It seemed like everyone was staring at me, waiting for me to say something. Waiting for me to express what side my opinion laid. Although, I never had my own opinion. My questions were always answered. I was not being controlled, it’s just my interests did not lie in the moment. I went through nights looking out of my window, thinking if I dropped a battery on the ground, how high will the drop be. Would the battery be able to operate afterwards, will it still work. One evening, I decided to let that battery go. The next morning I went outside on my way to the bus stop, I picked the battery up. I put the battery in my CD Walkman, and I heard music playing. I figured that if that battery, an item that holds countless energy bolts can get back up, and be dusted off, why we can’t do that. Excluding literal, but figuratively stating. Why can’t we as people get up, and dust ourselves off, and then find hope into tomorrow’s functions.
Many years later, there was negative, emotional outbursts. Dedicated shutting, and closing ambitious windows, and various aches, and exceeded hunger. I stood up, and as all eyes approached me, I turned, and I dusted, my shirt off, and I walked off into a daze. It wasn’t soon later till I was being followed into the bright path of positively enforced echoes. Although, I vocally did not say much, but I soon realized that the echoes had turned into smiles, and “hello’s” I felt like I, myself had held countless energy bolts. It was a new day to me, and my followers. Plenty of nutrients, and desired discussion. I had blossomed into a foreign butterfly into a nest that I had already appeared in many years ago, that had gone unrecognizable.