claireogance
Leave. Eat. Fly. Soar. Breath. EAT....yummy.
Sticks and stones surround her, as she waits for the news. Sitting by the lake, with the sounds of summer laughter, she can't help but be consumed by this all too ironic noise for such a somber day of her life. Without words, without love, she waits.
writing since 2011 · 2 entries · 2 days shown up
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the words Claire reaches for
waitseatsticksstonessurroundnewssittinglakesoundssummerlaughterhelpconsumedironicnoisesomber