Happy times!

He’s standing just above the opening of a deep, dark well.

He’s pondering on what’s beautiful, and what’s worth it. Pondering on words of the past he thought were forever forgotten.

Words that now came back to him like the sea’s ebb, like an echo.

“It’s not meant to be.” He can hear it so clearly now, as if it’s being spoken again, right at this very ( Read more... )

 “Say what you mean. Tell me I’m right ( Read more... )

“Then maybe I shouldn’t have come here after all ( Read more... )