the wild woods

drops of sadness swell from the deep,
rising higher and flooding the empty seas
of my weary eyes.

when in the wild woods,
everyone gets lost at times…

{"the Wild Woods", by Maria Elyse}

Sometimes I wonder why. Just why. Why I am how I am, why I do what I do, why I feel how I feel, and so on. It’s like I’m lost in a wild woods of my feelings and questions…it frustrates me and makes me cry. But then there’s my outlet of poetry, which you can read above. But then I wonder why I have poetry as an outlet and the cycle continues…oh, well. Such is life, I guess.

This outfit is so comfy. My grandma knitted the red hat and I love it like crazy…and a shirt-dress, cardigan, tights, scarf, oxfords, and a hat your grandma made is bound to be incredibly cozy on a chilly autumn day. And I felt like Little Red Riding Hood. Win.

xo
Maria Elyse
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