A broken vein of the dry cracked leaf,
Another crack from the heart within,
It follows and follows every dream
Shattering them into fragile piece-by-piece.
Lucy sighed and felt guilty at once after she wrote it.
Why am I acting so depressed?
She hastily scribbled over the page, the ink flowing messily all over the paper and staining the skin of her palm and fingers. She groaned and looked towards her window and found her blurry reflection staring back at her with frustration.
Lucy was just a teenage girl who was dreaming of becoming an author. She always had that dream. Since childhood, whenever she was asked about her future career she would always keep changing her answers from doctor to scientist to fashion designer to every other career that she would learn about. But 'a writer too' was a consistent answer that she would always add.