Nailah picks Jasmine up off the ground. She is trambling. Nailah delicately puts her back into her wheelchair. There is s a spark when their hands touch. Nailah smiles and asks if she needs anything else.
Spark was the name of a dog that my childhood friend lost. And now I have lost the friendship with her. Spark died.
In more ways than one.
She lost her spark.
I lost mine.
For her.
Some things are just not meant to be. I guess everything comes with an expiry date.
Preeti
There was a candle that couldn’t spark. Most would pass the candle by thinking of it to be wasteful, useless and why would anyone want that? But there was one person, a girl who without seeing the spark, felt drawn to the wilting burn. She saw it in another perspective.
Brittney
Spark, flying out into dark night, to fade like a star, or start a forest fire. Just a little bit of light, potential broken off from power.
Nailah picks Jasmine up off the ground. She is trambling. Nailah delicately puts her back into her wheelchair. There is s a spark when their hands touch. Nailah smiles and asks if she needs anything else.
Spark was the name of a dog that my childhood friend lost. And now I have lost the friendship with her. Spark died.
In more ways than one.
She lost her spark.
I lost mine.
For her.
Some things are just not meant to be. I guess everything comes with an expiry date.
There was a candle that couldn’t spark. Most would pass the candle by thinking of it to be wasteful, useless and why would anyone want that? But there was one person, a girl who without seeing the spark, felt drawn to the wilting burn. She saw it in another perspective.
Spark, flying out into dark night, to fade like a star, or start a forest fire. Just a little bit of light, potential broken off from power.