Porcelain Spirit

Today is the last day for freedom and I stare out the window wondering where it went. I open a book as I attempt to escape time, but I constantly turn my head toward the clock. A minute frozen then flashes forward in time.
Why has summer ended? Making crafts is just another memory, and so are warm colors in the sky.

I feel as if I am gentle porcelain in spirit, and still have belief in Love and how He has changed me this very summer alone, and hopefully every summer after this. Or rather, everyday.

Is there a way to keep a summer smile when everyone has a winter scowl?

1 comment:

sweet comments.