drops of silence

down my face, from my eyes, aged and old, rushing to the river beneath, promising neverending gold. they glisten and fall, tell all a story unique to each drop. refusing to stop, moving down my face silently, they race each other. who that wins, will drown her happiness finally.

Evergoing

There is so much to say. Yet, all I see is that I lost someone permanently. I lost someone so beautiful to me. Someone who fulfilled my destiny. I wish people could see through to the real me. Only then they would know not to be friends with me. I cry today because of my …