I know I’m boring. But things happen around me. And they’re not boring.
It was the heat that took her but kindness lead her to a cool place.
Ghosts brought her comfort. The hotel, not so much.
Depleted of possibilities, she headed home.
She went looking for a miracle in the dirt.
This won’t end well.
She felt reluctant to discuss her shortcomings.
The realization that all the passion is held within you and the knowledge that it is meaningless.
As her breathing became shallow, she simply gave in and admired the beauty around her.
Images remain until the sun takes us all. Will anyone ask, who were they?