Thursday, June 26, 2014
I need to leave.
Falling, dying, isn't part of spring.
I am not part of this home.
I am winter. This is summer. And I am bringing the cold.
Death.
Pack my bag. Dawn my cloak.
The lights warm two feet into the darkness.
I step three feet onto the path.
I'm gone.
posted by Mary 11:53 PM
