Writing

(This is all a fictional language I created myself called ‘Sacaretan’.

Well.

I'm not really sure what to write about right now.

I've never really published my writing before. 

There are lots of things I could write about. 

Even as we carry the whole world

On our backs, we

Breathe our girlhood through

Whispers and giggles at the lunch table and

Stars brushed across eyelids that have

It started off with two moms, two best friends,
with two young girls with the biggest smiles.
Making handshakes that would last a lifetime,
listening to songs we would sing and dance to,
sharing our laughs and giggles,

The Cat watched the city as veins of smoke rose from chimneys. The moon had drowned the city in that dark ocean known as Night. Clouds swim like calligraphy written upon the midnight blue hues of the sky, engraving sonnets for owls.

It's sand, mud and dirt

but some see the blue beyond

and call it a beach.

She almost forgets.

Summer nights still taste like smoke

and fireflies still dance.