Nicole Johnson

The warm gentle breeze gently caresses circular kisses upon her cheek.
She gazes upon the sky filled with scattered clouds,
Reaching out to embrace them within the palm of her hand.
A mind once filled with a field of emptiness surrounded by trees has suddenly been stripped of leaves.
A noise like no other cluttered the background as the cotton like objects start rolling in, banging against each other, making sounds of loud worrisome clutter.
The hair began to rise upon her limps as she intently gazed up at them.
One by one the clouds pushed themselves closer.
A shiver formed within her as she clutched herself a moment longer.
A face that once seemed so relaxed has produced creases formed only from rapid currents.
“Forget me now,” she said.
“It is I who must part ways somehow.”