Dying Daylight

I used to think myself important. I used to believe that I would go on to do amazing things. I had dreams of all the things I could accomplish, and I wanted them more than the air that I breathe. However lately, I am convinced that those were the dreams of a little girl unafraid to fly because she believed she would never fall.

I have fallen many times

I have gotten back up each time

Determined to never fall again but I am tired.

I used to turn my face into the daylight to feel it’s warmth

But the daylight is dying

Ghostwife