The streets are littered with trash: bottles, cans, snack bags, plastic. Old toys, torn clothing. Unmatched shoes.
Entangled in the senseless heaps are our dreams, our future; the parts of our soul we've cast aside.
The wind howls. The rain pours.
Most don't hear the world's cries.
Storms ravage. Fires rage.
When will we realize that the cries are our own?
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
That's All I Have to Say for Now: A Book of Snippets [Random Updates]
Ngẫu nhiênRandom snippets of fiction, my own real-life experiences, and writings somewhere in between the real and the imagined. [Average chapter word count: 110] Copyright © 2020-2023 ClaraYami Cover created on Canva