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Questions for Hazel Eyes.

Why does it get easier to hear your voice,

the call of autumn, the smell of written word upon page.

It seems I have known you for years

bur truth be told I know not who you are.

Butterflies batting their wings against my chest.

Hazel eyes, who are you?

O’ Who am I?


Footsteps that echo in empty corridors,

the eeriness of loneliness, the scent of inquiry.

It seems I will never know you

bur truth be told I could if I tried.

Spiderwebs interlacing around my heart.

Hazel eyes, what is this?

O’ what is life?


” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”







I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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