February 26, 2017

February 26, 2017

I saw the girl again. This time she was in a yellow dress. She just walked past me like I wasn’t even there. When I think of this, it makes me think that in some other alternative world, she could be alive and I could be dead. Her walking past me is kind of like how everyone walks past her, not even knowing she’s there.

After she walked past me, she went outside and just laid down in the grass like the world was beautiful. I watched her for a bit as I drew on the front porch. There was just something about her. This young girl, maybe ten, was enjoying life yet she was dead. Her name is Emma and we used to talk, but I hadn't seen her in a long time.

I used to see her a lot, but I guess I was too carried away with life to give her even the slightest thought. I didn’t even look for her anymore. I hope she will talk to me again.