#8SeptPrompt

When i die, me when you see the moon, art galleries, cats and all the pastel colors especially the brown. me by looking at flowers, butterflies, even the small little ones for which you knew I adored them. me when someone mentions cold coffee, ancient h...

#8septprompt Knock knock Who is it? "You know who" Oh...its you. I didn't think you'd be here so soon. Knock Knock "Let me in" I grasp the cold metal door nob. I don't dare open it. Not yet. Knock knock "It is time" I look around. I look on the ground. I look at the tan line of a watch on my w...

#8SeptPrompt There's so many things to be experienced from a balcony How the clouds move, the laughter of people, a gorgeous sunset and the glimpse of a sunrise Everything is there, no need to look further, at least that's what I try to tell myself Because here I will stay, until the balcony tur...

(Images aren’t mine. Distressing content warning.) I’m goin’ back, I’m comin’ home. No matter how far I may roam. Back to you, back to sanity. Safety. I’m goin’ back. The days are long, the dirt is wet. I fear my mind will surely crack. My dear beloved, I see your face....

#8SeptPrompt With the slow number of Norah Jones's Don't Know Why playing in the background, she laid on his bed staring at the ceiling. His goodbye notes she reread for hundreds times, telling her not to mourn on his departure leaving the world of the living. "Don't shed tears ...