A Whirlwind Of Thoughts

Leaves fell to the ground that day, the young girl could hear the demons laughing as the trees regurgitated their happiness onto her. Yellows, oranges, and bright crimsons played with her eyes as the world reminded her of all she had to lose. She found it intriguing how one could spent years chasing after happiness, wealth, or whatever the hell people thought to bring joy these days, but yet it all came down to nothing. She wasn't about to be some sad story that lives out her final days in the hope of an epic turnaround and uncovering the great meaning of life, no one outside of a Hallmark movie has time for that; rather she panned on going on just as she had begun. Day after day. Step after step, until her feet gave out. First it would be her feet, then her hands, her memory, then her her heart. She was on the brink of something great, yet here she was in her mid-twenties prepared to lose it all. No husband, no family, no mansion or trips abroad, her whole life she had spend just living one simple day after the other and maybe it was better that way. Maybe it's just better not to say goodbye, cry at the thought of being gone, pound fists against a table as you reload your baby girls never gonna see you become a grandma to her children; maybe it's just simply better to disappear.