Noelani Ayala

Joined August 2021

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Coming Home
Home is like the smell of the ocean seas The wind rustling the naked fall trees A dog finally catching their tail Receiving a letter from your favorite person in the mail
By Noelani Ayala4 years ago in Poets
Weeping Willow
My eyes shoot open, chills running up and down my spine. Before I can think my legs are pulling me out of bed, through my bedroom door, and down the hall. Feeling like I am awake in my mind but have no control over my body... I can’t stop moving, I can’t wake up. It has to be some form of sleepwalking or the weirdest dream ever.
By Noelani Ayala4 years ago in Fiction