She stares out the window, hears all the small noises - Leaves rustling, children playing. There is nothing inside of her so the sounds fill her up. She looks away and fills her lungs with smoke, Watches it flow out of her, dancing in the air. She thinks, if I could be smoke, dancing in the air.
3 months agoYes, I wrote this myself. Thanks so much for the feedback :)
Sounds sad.