These Blinding Lights

Today, I wrote down a not so common, but interesting sentence. I asked five AECHS students what their response to it was. S. Donka wrote me the poem, "Blinding lights, in my eyes. Hoping they go away; these lies. Car headlights, go into the light. White hot blinding pain, so bright. Confessing and praying. breathing her last breathe. Waiting for the lights to go off, the signal of death. Eyes closed; breathes are final, no more. Blinding lights disappear, soul leaves the core." The second entry was done by A.W-Cale and Ally Sano made an INTERESTING quote, "Something hidden like a shadow; an endless and unforgiving darkness, this is being sought out by the blinding lights." Second to last the ever so Asian C. Mehm told me that "cars" was the first thing to pop in her head. Last but not least Ari(curly top)P. wrote, "Lights at a carnival in the night, much like a ferris wheel, spin around and around until the once blinding lights become the blurred imagines of my childhood.