Writer. Firecracker. Poems, journal entries, short stories and beautiful, beautiful vulnerability.
I watched the sunset yesterday.
I watched until the very end, like we used to.
I watched until the sun took it’s last breath before going under;
until blinking was enough time to miss that final wave goodbye.
I’ve never been afraid of the dark.
In fact, I’ve grown quite fond of it.
I’ve befriended the stars and told them all of my greatest stories and secrets alike,