i want to become a nice story writer…
so please give me as much insight as you can, and constructive criticism… i really have no experience in this…
Lonely she wanders, down the darkened asphalt road; darkened by the shadow, and luminescence halted by cloud-cover. Her hazel eyes glistening with fear and loneliness. As she wanders seemingly aimlessly, i cannot help but notice the only light within the macrocosm. I feebly attempt to confront her, overwhelmed by tumult. At the inception, my words moderated so much, they brake apart. Losing entire meaning, i mumble on and on. Until this becomes an excuse for her to escape. I reflect on my past actions, recognise my flaw; repair it.
Too late. Shes gone.
The next time i see her will be tommorow, if she cares to even think of our conversation, she will only recognise me as another “idiot”…
I sit there, reflecting; hoping she forgets about me… so that i may have another chance… to set myself free…
