tommorow
(I finally got a pic place online cause I finally got an email address)
Today was better and I have no idea why
What I wrote yesterday shows just how yesterday was not a good day;
Across the wall from the spot where her best friend later wrote ‘This was her story’, the bench sat. Knowing that almost everyone thought she was looking towards the fountain, she watched the tall grass on the sidewalk move in the breeze. Each day she’d draw the place she wanted to be.
That morning the only image in her mind was cold, the water in the Carvy River by the pass. Rocks show their heads trying to breath in the harsh air and the trees are bare from winters spell, inlaying the river. With the ash sky filled by clouds, the whole place is barren and abandoned by the rest of the green hills and sunset waters.
She crossed her legs as an elder couple walked by. The clouds above her grew heavy with rain and she smiled back up towards them. On her walk back home it began to shower, by the time she got home she was soaked. She turned the water on in her bath; Becca would not be home for hours because her classes were later. With all her cloths on, she stepped into the icy water clutching something precious and thought only of the place she had wanted to be for so long. On the nightstand by her bed, she left a note that red; “I left you footprints by the eastside river…”