Everyday, I do the same thing I always do
I get up and go somewhere
I walk outside
And breathe the thin air
I close my eyes as I exhale
Around me I can hear birds chirping
It's so calming
I need calm
Towering trees stare down at me
Leaves surround me,
And crinkle beneath my feet
It's smells like pine trees
It's quiet up in the hills
Some people don't have quiet
They only have busy streets
And cramped schedules
They need quiet
They need this calm
They need the hills, and the trees
Need the birds, and the leaves
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
Poetry(Previously named 'Evanescent') I'm just human I'm nothing more than a personality fading into nothing. Quickly disappearing, never to be seen again. Unless I find in a light in my darkness. Maybe writing is that light, I'm not sure. But it seem...
