bigalien
Tomorrow comes on wings dark and implacable, But I was not yet done with today. Too many things that I needed to do, Yet more things that I needed to say. Faces faded to memories at midnight's stroke, An echo of a touch, scent lingering in …
I have been static too long, a stone unmoving and moribund as life swirled around and past me. No longer. It is time to move, to choose a direction and forge my path, whether it be with life's flow or against it. I am released. I am free…