The only true beauty in her life. It shall always be a secret. Deception is the thrill, wonder, and exquisite pain she feels. She absorbs it each time surreptitious contact is made. Complete and utter trust. Accepted and used. She lives in wonderment that she found it. Just for her. Just for them. To share. Only a dreamy fantasyland. But more real than reality in the yearning, boundless hallways of her mind. A world vis...
They signed up for dancing class at an arts center. Once a week. They volunteered for the tech crews at a theater. When time allowed. They wrote poetry to read at open mic nights. Every so often. They hiked the pathways of the earth. In life's time. They thought upon that life and it was good. What they had created was pleasing and meaningful. It was good. They loved as they should. They had forgotten how young they wer...
In the morning, he walked to where he moored his sloop. He loosed it and sailed off to work. It was his last day. He thought of this day for a long time. When his day ended, he carried his things and tossed them in the trash. He bade his fellow workers goodbye. He untied the rope and sailed into the bay. As he sailed, he decided to fulfill his dream. He set the helm and turned into the setting sun.
Waiting.For what? The end.It will come.One needs, One needs to, One needs to succeed At something,Or what was it for?The wait.For the end.Which will come.It always does.It always has.It always will.Until the endOf time. We struggle to simply live,We struggle to live simply If we are simple people.One can be simple,With a side of intricacy. And One needsTo succeedOr elseWhatWas It For? Having been hated.Having been loved.T...
