or when someone reads your journal.
she read my words and characters and spaces of oblivious thought,
and in exchange she gave me liquid letters spelled out in lovely blue ink.
even though words seem impermanent,
they remain strong,
and i will continue to listen to the echo.
YOU ARE READING
Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
