Lilly Rivvers's Dear Diary

The wind is chilled like a night whos fire just went out. Smoke from its embers billow into the empty sky above me, dancing as they delicately weave their way to you. Hollow does the silence echo into the dark when your voice isn't there to bounce th

Saturday I lost my phone. Now I am a 25 year old woman with the problems of a 16 year old girl. But what doesn't come across in the sarcastic string of commentary I have regarding this situation is that phone held that last little piece of my dad I'v

There is snow everywhere. Trees, rocks, a broken family, and a path. A new place that somehow feels so familiar. Energy is alive like an undercurrent beneath the land, and yet there is peace like a moment in time was preserved for it's perfection. Di