She was my favourite person in the world. Every day we would talk, she would tell me about her day, the annoying things her dad would do and how her sister was the coolest. Facetiming for hours, only glimpses of it has survived in my mind. Her radiant smile formed dimples that seemed to force anyone looking to smile too. When she came back from overseas, something changed. It went from “I want to ...
Driving down the coast
the windows halfway down
music blasting through the
crappy car speakers
endless coastline
as far as the eye can see
is this it?
A warm summers day
sitting on the bench in the park
sipping on coffee while
engrossed in the latest chapter
is this it?
The last day of school
thoughts of the summer ahead
bag packed
books and pens away
for the last time
the bell rings
the hal...
I think I just met the happiest person in the world. Not a single world had left her lips, yet there was an air of joy about her. The slight elegance she opened the old wooden door of the coffee shop with, her smile reflecting on the glass pane. The toes of her yellow slippers kissed the ground as she floated towards the counter. Only a faint murmur could be heard from where I was sitting. The bar...