The masked face stares at me.
I can only see her eyes.
Is the masked girl friendly?
I reach out and try to grab her hand.
She starts walking away from me, where is she going?
I follow her and walk down this road.
She stops at this house, she says it is her house.
She hands me a picture of a baby, it’s her.
I walk further down the road stopping at different destinations that are important to her.
The girl stops and looks at me.
She says this is my life, she said it’s her life.
She starts walking again and I keep following her.
I see more pictures of her.
I see pictures of when she was a teenager.
I see a picture of her when she was 18.
But she stops and her appearance changes.
She takes off her mask, her face looks unhappy.
Her eyes look sad, her mask told a story.
She is fading slowly; her life is slipping away.
Tears roll down her eyes and she says good bye.
Ok, so here. This is my last one for.. for tonight! Don't worry I will post again soon. But I hope this ties everyone over until next time.
Keep writing, stay strong and be you.
Be you, no matter who that may be, and learn and change when you get older.
Enjoy every moment, even if it may seem small.
Because all the small moments add up, to a bigger picture.