My first short story for years inspired by a ray of sunlight through the window during office hours. (I realized writing on a scratch paper makes me look busy, so it is a win-win for me.)
Some very average mind-vomit about the contradictory thoughts that our minds drag us through. Just needed to get this out of my brain to make sense of it.
And the heavens cry heavy, skies traced with grey, nocturnal beauty amidst the chasm. Thoughts some unheard, sorrows beneath the solemn of whites; ensconced verses of a lover's life.
Don't wait for a hero to save you. Heroes are of no good anyway. And even if someone comes along, they won't be able to save you from the inside. Listen to the spark that flickers in you. That spark y...
I am that girl. I put on a blouse and a pencil skirt. The skirt complements my waist. I tie my hair neatly.
By Musings of a Little Girl https://www.instagram.com/p/B1OzRAiFCe8/