EvieC

I sit on my bed alone, 
Watching nothing but my hands folding upwards towards my chest.
My legs crossed towards myself,
As if I’m stuck in a small invisible box.
Staying up so late just thinking.

The leaves crunch under my feet, 

The wind blows in my face,

The air feels cold.

I hear the engines starting-

People waiting for their car to warm up.

My hands are freezing,

What is wrong with this world?

This world is supposed to be a place where people can go to school, live their lives, go to their job, and BE THEMSELVES and yet still-
People die.
People are wronged.
People are looked down on...

Mountains beyond mountains.

Full to the horizon with apples beyond belief.

Each color of the apples intertwines with each other. 

The sunshine hits them in the perfect way to shine each color brightly.