Writing

Deep in my heart,
I still wonder what went wrong. 

Somewhere along the way, 
Everything fell. 

Every day something falls, 
But these days I can't seem to build it back up. 

Inspired By My Book Series, The Mysteries of Wivera.

Each time you see her

Someone else takes your place

And I no longer matter

Her and I used to be friends

But then

She said she was

going to drop me

As it I am am item to be

She ambled down the dark sidewalk, her long trench coat billowing like a flag on a pole. It was cold. But not too cold. Too cold, contrary to popular belief, isn’t productive weather. No one worked nearly as they should.

The man in the suit wasn’t okay. He was by all means, not okay. And he wasn’t going to pretend that he was. He had been shifting between the worlds far too much.

And as summer leaves, 
Fall sings through the breeze. 
Flowers start to wilt 
As the world tilts. 
Even as it dies, 
Nature is beautiful in all eyes.