it seems that she's been writing less and less, and it could be that she's lost her creativity or that she doesn't have it in her to create anymore.

she's a little lost, you see. she's exploring the vast array of potentiality that isn't going into her poetry.

she's a ghost, a phantom of everything she was. an apparition, a mist of everything she may not manifest herself to become.

she's a whisper, a half-forgotten melody, detached as she traces the tips of her fingers, brushing old notebooks in an attempt to chase remnants of her former self that is no more.

© lilpoetess