I greet my dear friend, hoping this visit will last longer than the one before.
I feel cold...
They sit down on the ledge I didn't know was there.
It's so dark...
Their face obscured as it has been but I sense a smile.
I can't move...
I decide to join them but once again I'm stopped before I can.
It hurts...
"It's still not your time."
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts to Books I'll Never Write
RandomThis is just a place where I'll be dumping my vent writing or pieces from stories that appear in my head that I, just like the title says, will never write. Feel free to read, this isn't private. I'm putting it here because I'm willing to share. But...
