I rewrote every story in my mind and played it back for you like a symphony. I mirror the sadness that I feel from everyone around me.

It’s deeper than the roots of the tree where the tire swing hung before the storm knocked it down. I can still feel the rush from morning air as I swung towards the sky- I swore I touched the branches.

Cut the tree down to paper and that’s where I write beautiful endings for stories that never had a chance at peace. -AMT©️