Heartfelt

In this world, so many times I feel what people say is a joke too much sarcasm and a lack of sincerity. If all the words that escape our lips mean nothing How can we feel? How can we express? Eventually, we will become washed out faded and bleached. Our words are tangible they cling to us when nothing else does, but if we can’t pull them out late at night and caress them fondly remembering the sorrow, joy, and pure life they wrought we are brushed away, like the leaves trying to clasp the skirts of the maple shivering from autumn’s frost. By Meredith Roaten