She writes. Her spidery scribbles transforming a blank page into messy poetry that might not make sense to anyone other than herself. Blocking out the raucous sounds of the world, she determinedly tries to capture her thoughts before they fade away. Before there's nothing left but the distant memory of having something worthwhile to say but never saying it. Maybe it was never worth it. Maybe-maybe she shouldn't have tried so hard. She could've just allowed life to sweep her where it wanted to go. After all, what can a leaf do against a hurricane?
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the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoetryThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
