Today

The thoughts and confessions of a dreamer.
Love, loss, self exploration.

The path you walk on is entirely your own, whether it be pathed with gold or packed with dirt.
Hers was pathed with yellowed pages of books, scattered with memories in the shapes of autumn leaves blowing in the wind. The colours of yellow green and red blurred together like the feelings shoved in her heart that flowed throughout her body keeping her glued to the thing she supposed was meant to be living.

What a terrible thing it was.