I wandered further down the street, looking at what was around me and wondering when the rest would let go.
Our lives were the sum of all our moments, weren’t they? Not just the ones that hurt, or the ones we weren’t proud of.
She walks- Like poetry Slipping, Through time Painting the world With a whisper Of what could be
Whispering through- Forgotten thoughts, freed once again Whispering through, Pushing memories through my mind Memories that I don’t want back But the Silence always reminds, Whispering through The Silence
I litter the ground with seeds As I walk, Through life Hoping that some take root And come back, For me
Cold. That was the first thing Mae noticed, everything felt cold. Blinking her eyes open she tried to lift her head to look around. Suddenly it came back to her, the winding road, the rain, and the car spinning off the side of the hill and down into the trees below. Her body ached asContinue reading “The Wind”