I’m trying something different today. I’ve been reading a lot of old poems lately that span across a few hundred years so some of the language has been rubbing off on me.
I sought out relief for the pain in my stomach. It grows like the weeds that take root in the summer. It was no ailment, it was not sickness. It was knowing that some day I’d bear to witness a pain like no other I’ve ever experienced.
If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you return int he future!