Annie's DiaryApril 15th
F(e)ar we've ComeClose it is, but not tomorrow
Seasons of the SoulWe swam in the depths of life's oceans, taking all that was on offer, but we consumed its poison willingly, allowed the breath of summer to steal away our voices until they were but a whisper of the past. We'd bathed upon its golden sands and basked in all its glory before the clock struck its final hour. We were reduced to a writhing pit of anguish- sealed in a box we crafted ourselves. The one in which we arrived.