When will you
start to accept
that we are
just waiting to
be lost into the earth
our ashes
part of the
soil
the air
the water.
We will be
everywhere someday.
It will be
then when
I finally get
to be with
you.
(Found written on the bark of a tree at Wild Cherry Park)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
