Kristen Balyeat
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Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Wishing Flower
"Grandma, it's a wishing flower!" Hazel plucked the dandelion from the side of the path and pinched the stem between her tiny fingers. Closing her eyes tightly, she conjured the biggest wish she could and gently blew the flower through pursed lips, releasing weightless magical seeds into the breeze.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Fiction
0'Dark-Thirty
I rolled over and looked at my clock– 1:55 am. After counting at least five-thousand-six-hundred-fifty-five sheep, I still couldn't drift into dreamland. “Those sheep are worthless,” I thought. It wasn’t their fault though. I had been laying in the dark for a while waiting for my alarm to go off. I was afraid I’d sleep through it, miss my car service, and in turn my flight home…well, not home per se, but back to Colorado. With only five minutes before it would blare an obnoxious beep, I decided to drag myself out of bed. I got dressed and downed a cup of hot tea, willing the caffeine to resuscitate my sluggish brain. I glanced at the clock again- 2:30 am
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Journal
