Not much to be said

Offerings of voices

Singing with whispers of hope

Silent screams 

Tears rolling down

Pruned hands 

Trust they say

Lean back

Its not the heights that scare you 

But the everlasting feeling 

The vertigo of preparations

Trying to hold on to that smile

Refusing to wash that sweater

For one day the scent will

Dissolve

A bit of them is there

Within the fibers

Within the torn leather chair 

Knobs of nails 

Patina over time. 

The pictures you keep 

The broken beads 

Hidden away

You can't take it with you

Everything returns eventually 

Eventually...

Audio Narration Coming Soon

Author’s Note: Hi I'm Anna, My passion is art and writing. I look at my writing as art, being able to share is a gift, a gift I want to give everybody of my art. 

A little bit about me, I'm not a stranger to panic attacks as I have them every so often as well as since 2006 I was diagnosed with Schizoaffective disorder, an ongoing journey of making sure to take care of myself holistically and through talk therapy. I guess you could say for me to write my prose and share my written art is very therapeutic I am currently working on a book about my time at Art School and so far It is very healing quite a beautiful excursion to be on.  

Some other side things about me is that I love to bake. I love to crochet. I love hiking and I love the Chicago Bears like my Pops. I hope you all enjoy my written art. Thank you so much! 


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