Writing

I wondered what the divine inspiration

Composers like Mozart and Bach and Beethoven

Created from.

I wondered what earthly thing

Could possibly possess them

To make music out of their hearts,

Souls,

I've grieved this relationship a million times, a million ways, yet it was always somehow easier because I knew you would come back. I knew how to play my cards so I could be assured that you were hooked as much as I am. 

1. Introduction

I wanted a cookie, but the thought of the calories held me back. So, I reached for what seemed like a healthier choice—some strawberries would quiet my craving right? Wrong.

What about the dreamers 

who stare up at the stars 

What about the dreamers 

whose hopes shimmer like sparklers in the night 

What about the dreamers 

Do you know it hurts to leave me here?

Bleeding, scarred, begging for someone to see,

And you won't shed a single tear—

Even though we've been through so much—for me. 

Didn't you know?

A month in the mountains. By yourself. What if someone comes to your camp? What if a bear attacks you? All these thoughts flooded her head as she pulled up to the bottom of the mountain. No buildings, all trees.