In my little room
s quiet as can be,
heres not nothing,
nothing to see.
And all the noises
are just coming from my head.
Whispering and wooing
not going back to bed.
Theres no light
No dark
No saving
No doom
Just little ol me,
in my little room.
Bridget age 9
Lauren (15) - FOMO, sunset enthusiast, taught her youngest sister how to swim & ride a bike, country music, flag decor, soccer player, journaled 1388 days +, clay pigeon markswoman, in a tree climbing competition she would 100% win
Gentry (14) - all things skincare, ASMR enthusiast, sewing, running, loves homemade whipped cream, speaks the most Gaelic in our household, in a burping contest she would 100% win
It is dark in the woods all the trees stand where they stood. I try to make out a picture so blurry and in front of the setting sun is clouds of flurry. I try to make out the never ending dark and there is no sound not even a bark. The forest seems as calm as a resting rock but also so mad it could seem like it talks. Before I fall asleep I wish and pray that tomorrow will be lighter than it was today.
Bridget age 9 11/19/2023 (Lake Almanor CA)
