I am homesick.

I miss that golden crisp apple smell. It reminds me of the times we where in the orchard as kids playing a game of hide and seek among the trees.

I ache for the lavender sunsets there. I loved the times where we would run two miles just to make it to the big oak tree in time to climb to the top and watch the milky purple lights.

I dream of the fields of sunflowers every now and then. I was happiest when we ran through them, holding hands, thinking we will forever be this young.

But most of all, I miss you. These memories of home wouldn’t have been the same without you, and I thank you for that.

But now I’m homesick.
I’m homesick of a place i’m not even sure exists anymore.

B.K.

Silly girl, put that sword down. You can not keep trying to fight your demons, for they are sly and evil. They will deceive you long before you have the chance to take the right path. In fact, they want you to fight them. Do not, I say, do not fight them! They want that sword of yours plunged into their chest. If you let that happen you have lost, my dear, because

you can not **** a monster without becoming one.

B.K.

She wished for a prince
to come and save her.
She dreamed all day and night
of the day he would come,
blinding herself of the fact
that she didn't need him
in the first place.
She had a sword
in her dusty old basement,
completely forgotten of,
that she could've used to fight the dragon
all this time.

B.K.

I danced in the rain,
hoping to stay
this young forever.

B.K.