Words & Writing
A Collection
September, 2020
Sometimes, I feel like I’m two people.
Half of me is the person the world sees, with a smile and ease about them; the other part worries continuously weighed down by my thoughts.
It feels like rain when the latter turns up. The clouds closing in around me, darkening all of the light as the droplets fall heavier as she approaches, blanketing everything with tears from the sky.