“I catch only a glimpse of what might have been.

The gold spark I longed to touch.

Always trying to focus on where it is going to.

Tears fall down my face, as I am reminded there is still feeling within me.

Alas, the monsters hand is finally upon my back.

It rests, I have but a moment.

I have learnt too late that there is never a reason to jump, just a reason to stay.

But I hesitated too long. I made my decision too late.

And, it is with a gentle push, that I am gone.” 

A letter written by Gold Leaf – found by Emeline.



About Saxton-Corner

I write. I read. I am the Queen of procrastination. I drink tea. I laugh. I play Xbox. I am. View all posts by Saxton-Corner

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