blows in like a bad cold day and stays for far too long. no reach is too far for these thoughts. I can read energy like a richter scale. Not by choice. it just tunes into me and suddenly know how you feel and that you’re gone. comes to me from nowhere and leaves just as quickly but I know. I know things could have gone on just fine without knowing. and you ask me how I know, but you would never believe me. why no one seems to tell me the truth is no fault of my own. I already know.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair