The hook fell apart while mid air
My hand started to shake with fear
I have the urge to hold on
I don't want to give him a present the same as the others had
I know that it is being spoiled and childish yet I feel bad
The light is out yet I don't to go home, maybe because of him
I wish he would stop doing dangerous things in front of me
The flame boobing up down the candle and his happiness started to scare me.