

Not MineSarah sat down at her small table, facing the window. This was her favourite place to be, right here. She could see her yard, all the hard work she had done on her yard: rose bushes, the tree’s she had planted, the small wall of rocks outlining her property. This was her place, and nobody else’s. Shaking her head, she glanced down at her hands resting in her lap. No matter how many times she tried to tell herself that that wasn’t what she was thinking of when she made that stone fence, it was. It made her feel safe, no matter how silly that was. It wasn’t even as tall as her, maybe only three feet. But somehow, it made her feel safe. GettingNot Mine
"The Bridge."

Conclusions Concerning ForeverConclusions Concerning Forever
9.
It smells like grief and sterilized metal.
I climb into Andrew’s bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. We are halo-lit in the gentle light filtering through the window blinds.
He closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he can’t see me, it is easier to pretend I never happened to him.
8.
I know this is one of the last times I will see him, and I choke to think that there is no line of prose or poetry to describe the way he is going to die, and that when it came down to it, I could not save him when it truly mattered. &
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