Voices of the deep wilderness whisper through the wind that carries off their symphony across the way and back again.
She carries herself with grace pushing back the predator who feeds off her gentle faith.
I would rather not show face for my features have become distorted. Boredom and depression are a nasty mix, but with me, they seem to go hand in hand. Outside beneath the scorching summer sun, clarity filtered out my spoken words and spit the remains back at me. Today I realized just how lost I really am.