Little flakes fly past my window, and I ignore them still.
Little crystals of ice, they float in the roaring wind,
As it yells to me.....
Have you no purpose, still?
No......
I burry my head into the book again,
Responsibilities cease to exist.
Someday they will catch up to me in my fantasy world.
YOU ARE READING
Small Voices
Short StoryWhile I sit alone, the voices whisper in my head. I close my eyes to hear them say."write us.... don't let us die when you're dead....."
