We all know what we want.
We all know what we need.
Besides the obvious necessities of course.
Who are you really?
What are you?
The gloomy cloud covering the sun. The voices of singing birds. The ballon caught in the wind.
What do you need to be?
Who do you want to be?
Make it happen.
After all, your footsteps show in the sand,
But not in water.
Pick where you walk.
It's in your hands.
YOU ARE READING
Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
