12 years old


  • Time ticks slowly

    As much as I don’t want it to be true, it is.

    Time is running out. Soon we will all be one of the Fallen.

    There’s nothing we can do to stop it. Its arrival feels rushed, but at the same time—too far away.

  • A moment

    Waiting for the perfect moment

    To hold it in my arms

    A change in pace

    A feather in the wind

    A glimpse of the future

    All there to help the growing pulse of my heartbeat

    The moment is in the future 

  • It Could've Been Different

    Looking back at it now, I know that it could’ve been different. I could’ve been different. Instead of turning away, I could’ve yelled: “Come back!” I could’ve changed the events that followed when I turned away. But instead, I gave up.


  • I should have told him I loved him

    I should have told him I loved him, just a little sooner. I know I planned every word, the night before. Pacing my room in my prettiest dress, streamers in my red hair. He has always made me lose my breath, by simply living.