Oh Autumn speak to me...

Walking through the glass doors and entering the campus with a cup of coffee in her hands Autumn avoids the crowd through a back staircase. Her eyes are glassy and her mind is wrestling through endless thoughts. Throughout the last few months keeping secrets is what she has been best known for. She gives off fake smiles and nods of approval, but inside a ocean hurricane is stirring through her mind. Her only escape is within inked paper or inked screens,  whispered prayers, and smoke from a beautiful flame. They tell her, " Oh Autumn speak to me..."