Bawling squalling babe
A mess, I yearn for a day
I can rest, easy
About the Creator
Mikayla Decker
I transcribe my dreams, feelings, and images into the written word, so that all may grasp the entirety of what it means to be a reader/writer... a day inside my head if you will. May luck and fortune be with you. No AI generated-original
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Precipice
Opens with a petite small young woman. She appears to be a dancer, a ballerina more specifically. She spins on her toes and gracefully lifts her left leg to tap the stars. As she does this, there is music that can be heard. It touches any who is near, in their hearts a fierce grip tightens their chests, as the melancholy violin and piano play a very sad tune indeed. Our ballerina spins and lifts her arms above her head and the camera moves to show her movement as she does this to show the viewers only the tight bun of hair and her arms are highlighted in the gloomy white light from outside. The view keeps coming closer to her arms, until it flashes to show a man in his late thirties, absolutely heartbroken. He stares, as if waiting for someone. The horribly sad and depressing music continues.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Poets
One Hard Thing
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: You have the number, you know your schedule- you’ve even picked out the perfect day and time to make this appointment. Shoot, you’ve even picked out alternative days and times just in case their schedules can’t accommodate you!
By Taylor Rigsby3 days ago in Motivation
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