I wait for her to flip the page.
She fills the blankness of her diary, does the only thing she knows she can. She writes...
" Rustled Whispers speak of secrets in the air. I can hear them, Can you? Welcome Autumn. I've missed you. "
Once again, I can feel her stillness maneuver the movement around her into silence...
6 comments:
juvenile. im sure u can do better.
^ Thank You. I'm definitely going to work on something better. :)
Whoa. I love it.
^You've come here after AGES!
Glad to see you back! :)
Thank You! :D
I apologize. Work schedules. Sigh.
Send me a little message each time you put a new post up. That'll help big time.
^ Will do. :)
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