She sits and listens.
To the world around her.
The chaos.
The peacefulness.
Everything co-existing.
She has her notebook in hand,
Her favorite pen,
Her favorite place.
Yet, Aryan can’t find the words.
Nothing to collaborate together.
Nothing to make sense of it all.
So she sits, and she listens.
She could write about the wind.
The children in the valley below.
The chaos of the social world she endures.
Or she could talk about wandering.
Wandering to another world.
One where she is not sure of,
Not yet anyways.
She can make this world pure and innocent.
Or she can make it wild, sinister, and passionable.
How would she combine the two and make it interesting?
Aryan isn’t sure what is about to come from the flowing pen,
But she knows it will either be magical or damning
About the Creator
Courtney Gross
I am a mother with a creative mind. One that wanders through thick waters and soars the sky. I also like movies, books, and other stuff. (:
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