Here I sit
On a hill, under a blossom tree.
The wind blowing my hair, the sky slowly becoming gray.
The branches and flowers begin to sway.
I watch as the flowers slowly break off the branches and run with the wind.
Up in the air, over the grass field, above houses, and soon
Forgotten.
Lost.
Gone.
And with them goes my heart,
My mind,
My everything.
All I wish is that hopefully, hopefully,
They find the right person.
No matter the length of the travel,
The years,
Months,
Weeks,
Days,
Hours,
Minutes,
Seconds,
Anything.
Goodbye, hopefully I'll see you again little flower in the wind.
Maybe then, you can return my heart, my mind, my everything.
Goodbye
YOU ARE READING
Thoughtless
Short StoryShort stories that I'm writing at night when I should be sleeping, just thoughts, some as short as one sentence. Some sad, some happy, scared, ect. So, enjoy my fellow insomniacs
