The Beginning

A little girl is sitting behind the door that is opposite the living area of the house, gazing through the lovely sky. If I could fulfill my life's goal, I can picture how beautiful I would be as I swing across the sun's reflection.

Without somebody to confide in, my thoughts keep growing minute by minute. As others turned to me and saw me gasping for air, it appeared as though I had breathed my last on earth.

The comfort I felt from the breeze coming at me caused my thoughts to briefly skip, which caused my thinking to become disorganized. Before I could resume thinking, I realized that the day had already passed. How I wish I could enjoy a nice day free from the awful thoughts that keep popping up in my head and reducing my comfort and confidence.