"Why do you trust people?" he muttered under his breath. "All I've seen them do is tear you down and stomp on your dreams."
The color faded from her face, replacing her once rosy cheeks with the shade of sun-faded concrete. He could tell she was trying to come up with an answer that would make sense to someone not in her head. She'd never spoken about any of this to anyone else.
"I guess I just want to think most people are good, and the world is an okay place to be despite the circumstances."
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
PoetryI always come up with stories, but I cannot elaborate on them. I can't even finish a two page short story, so I write one page little bitty made up scenarios. I just want to be able to share them with people who appreciate the writing.
