Being an optimist, the hardest thing is letting go, there is always a way, to deny the no, did this mean that? or was it the other? one more chance,...
It’s been a while since I’ve put pen to paper, even metaphorically. The truth is I’m scared of writing. Or what it means of my situation, the effects it will have on my psyche.
The shadows creep closer now, as she looks away, she could swear, that they creep upon her. It reminds her of a childhood, a game she used to play, she hated it then, she loathes it now.