Nightfall. โWhat a strange word. โNightโ I get. But โfallโ is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To carpet the earth with their dying blaze. Tears fall, like liquid diamonds Shimmering softly, before they melt away. Night doesnโt fall here. It comes slamming down.
Karen Marie MoningI lock eyes with my reflection and donโt look away. The day you look away you start to lose yourself. Iโm never going to lose myself. You are what you are. Deal with it or change.
Karen Marie Moning