• Poetry,  Writing

    Remember Polaroids?

    So I woke up this morning after having had a rather sad dream about my mom and Christmas, and this was what kept playing through my head once I was alert enough to become cognizant of the words. Jesi P.S. Make sure to check out my post over at Twisted Writers today. I wrote the beginning of a new story!   Snapshot By Jesi Scott   How I miss the sweetness of those days, The summer waves, And the promises of what could have been When we Were filled with possibility. If only we’d known then.   But came the autumn chill. There was a way, but we had no…