She was drowning, she was okay with it. She liked the numbing that it caused. It's not that she was afraid, she was used to be alone. She liked the feeling of not feeling anything at all. She was consumed in her own thoughts.
Category: Writing
I Bite My Lips
The future
I can't control what will happen tomorrow, I can't change what happened yesterday, Life is filled with love, happiness and sorrow, Some days will be sunny, others will be grey The future is bright, bright is the future it all depends on how you see it some days will be rough and others smoother remember… Continue reading The future
Peace
The sun was leaving to take its break, the sky was a baby blue and light pink hue, the steam boat was out on the river, you could hear the laughter and chatter from my log, I sat around while they all danced away, they could have that, I didn't mind. For what I was… Continue reading Peace
Drawers
You keep my secrets hidden away, only to expose them when trespassers go through you you hold my most intimate things, things I treasure most, even if others don't know their worth. you keep them safe for me and understand.
being maarthaa 