8/1/2018, 08:44 pm
I often wonder what would happen if time stops for a while.
Would everything freeze over too or would everything go by normally?
Thoughts like these are the ones that keep me up at night, and it's not my fault that I can't help doing anything about it but wonder and imagine.
Imagining a sweet life where I'm not fatally ill and practically dying. These imaginations mold into dreams; ones that no amount of money or happiness could achieve.
It's always been based off of hope and I was never one to hold onto these thin threads. Ironic how I'm hanging off one right now.
YOU ARE READING
One Last Miracle
Short StoryDying. That's how she is. Dying. -- Miracles happen and one of them is the desire to write her thoughts in a worn out copybook. So she does and she hopes when she's gone, anyone would find it. That's the only way to ensure she won't be forgotten.
