Sometimes I feel the future on the horizon.
It drips on my fingers like ice cream,
melting to become an empty cone,
a comforter weighing on my sleeping skin,
binding me to a mattress with the promise of slumber.
The picture of a broken elixir bottle,
a clog in a fountain of youth,
wind whipping my hair into thinning gray strands.
Hi! I'm an aspiring writer who loves her craft! My hobbies include reading, writing, sewing, watching TV (including kdrama and anime), and learning new languages.