Once upon a time, we were.
A force.
We could look ahead and have a glance into the future, one that was so promising we aimed for it. Like porters, we shaped ourselves into something resembling a masterpiece. We took our time because we had enough.
Author: Joel
Unsaid Goodbyes
It was a few minutes before midnight. The street was deserted and the yellow street lamps cast a warm shade on the empty road.
She was wearing my sweater and we were walking arm in arm, her head gently resting on my shoulder. It was a peaceful night and all I could think about was how lucky we were to be together.
Growing one bit…
One more and we might win A day, a voice, a soul. Just one more. And one is the easiest we can aim for. Amidst the thousands roaming and drowning with no purpose, if only we could get one more. It would make little difference to the pool of endless souls but to usan all-round change.
Whom the gods love
The world is a cruel place. And every day we are reminded that we don’t matter. Nothing justifies our existence or why we should keep living.
The burden is on each person to create a purpose for their existence and let it keep them going through the unpleasantness that is life.
TIme and Essence
A second. A glance. A word. It’s strange how powerful these seemingly little measures can be the difference between life and death.
You’re sitting in a bus reading a novel and easing into the sound of the engine you know so well after hundreds of trips like this one. You notice a baby flapping her chubby arms across her mother’s shoulders and you smile. The baby’s wide eyes glow and she smiles widely, innocently beautiful.
Now or Never
There was something about the way she looked at him when she was about to leave that should have alerted him but he didn’t want to read meaning into anything at that point.
She’d made it clear earlier that she was upset when she called. He had acknowledged her feelings and told her they would talk about it the next day after he dealt with the sensitive work “thing” that presently occupied his mind. She’d hung up.
The Orange Horizon
I like to sit on a rock beside our house in the early hours of the day when everywhere is quiet and cool. The crickets would be chirping away, a few fireflies would fly by but other than those, everything would be calm.
The breeze blowing gently would hit me with such freshness that I would start craving that feeling even during the day.