Another page from the notebook~

Dear notebook

Dear notebook
I woke up to the dreadful ferocious sound of a storm blowing outside.
The uncontrolled natural force made it's way over the landscape without holding back.
Such forceful liveliness makes your heart bow in humbled respect.
The windows are rattling so powerful i can only plead they are going hold together.
My wounds are slowly healing as the pain is fading away each day that pass.
*The image of the flickering moment of the heated battle came into her mind when she touched her bruised face.

Dear notebook
Another day on my own trying to steer the trades my uncle left behind.
He had a knack of dealing with people and keep it wrapped up in a sleek way.
*tiredly place a small glass jar with crushed rose leaves upon the table next to her bed while she breaths in and picks up the notebook again*
The temptation of not twist the neck of the man i dealt with today made it clear i needed to reconsider the options.