I am a breeze, rustling through the Autumn leaves. Crisp clean air that revitalizes the land. I am a ray of sunshine, blanketing the Earth with my … I am…
Waking up to nothing but sadness. I can feel it slowly turning into madness. Getting all worked up over our status. The words I want say are not coming out like I swallowed a cactus. So I take a breath, hoping the anxiety doesn’t turn into blackness.