JUST ENOUGH BY EMMA STAMPER
The sky melted in with the hum of wind. I was still as everything around me was in motion, kind of how I have always felt. Cotton candy skies, though cliche, are my muse to write but on something, anything. I sat still and read my fresh paperback, and wondered how these words didn’t matter to others, but meant everything to me. When buying these books, I’m too careful to let even a bend touch them, and I wondered why I wasn’t so careful with myself.