Gaze meaningfully searching for the lights that flicker. Finding it such a mesmerizing sight when the leaves curl as they burn. Looking forward to the strange color of death in autumn nature. Dancing with the shadows that are cast over in such little light. Oblivious to the friendship of the sun and spilling secrets to…
Tag: Secrets
Imaginary Friend
My imaginary friend is my only friend. He always waits for me on top of the mountain, pines surrounding his small form. Dandelions lead me there where the white butterflies roam. He waits for me and every time I find myself there, he has a smile set out just for me. He will lay out…
The Unsigned Writer 