From wall to wall
I rise and fall
From day to endless day
It’s just easier that way
The words were scribbled in near frantic handwriting accompanied with smeared smudges of ink from her tired wrist resting on the pages. Evidence of a tear left its mark in the lower corner. Tara reread the last line over and over again:
It’s just easier that way.
Closing the lime green journal with her hand-lettered name scrolled artistically across the recycled paper cover, she sunk down onto her bad. Exchanging the journal for a soft, white throw pillow, Tara realized she had no memory of even writing these words.
© Raelyn Pracht 2020
Raelyn Pracht 