Nala Mato Writing

You dont love me You love something you saw a glimpse of in me Something I'm not so sure is even in me anymore Or if it ever was Maybe it was som..

it flutters... fast because of you it floods... in sorrow from your absence it grows... steadily with your presence it beats... at all f..

The season is changing. The air is changing. My favorite season to witness change is summer into fall. The air. The leaves. The sky. Most of all, ..