maelynslavik

staring at the ceiling,

tears forming near the rim of my eyes,

blurring my vision temporarily of dread and misfortune.

taking deep breaths,

forcing the loneliness down the deep pit of my throat

The sun sets over the ocean.

The wind blows through my hair.

Voices float on the breeze.

I wonder, sometimes

What the world

Could've been like

If human's had not

Destroyed it.

I wonder about

Every step

Is welcomed to the ground

With crunching of brown leaves

And gravel.

Every breath

Meets its owner