An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Friday, 02 March 2018
Woke this day, feeling as if I couldn't breathe. Tears stinging my eyes unshed. No idea what brought them there...I feel barren and more alone then ever. I wander the realm like a restless spirit that can't go back to living and can't move on to what comes next.