he called out he called out no one heard no one came to the disturbance searching the fields wading through waters waiting impatiently no answers were found compounding his misery the sun set the moon rose and he stood as time slipped away and died at
the verge on edge does one enter the darkened glen at dusk knowingly that night will soon follow that the moon’s light won’t filter through the limbs the ground hard and cold will not comfort night sounds will louden while one’s voice will silence courage
better than me i might nudge you a little perhaps a little more i might push you in a direction you weren’t planning for it might seem that i expect too much but alas i was there for your first step your first word each a rock
failure is not an option she with insight in her eyes understands the grand nature of what lies ahead daily toils and struggles to survive attacks from predators jealous her stature her view from the sky she only wishes to pass on her awareness
fyi for your information we like our coffee hot we like our cocktails ice cold you heard it correctly the cocktail was plural you don’t drink that’s cool you’ll always be the ddd works perfect for the girls and me we go out every week sometimes once
you just can’t help but show off spread your feathers like a crown parade around hoping to dazzle those you encounter you hold the charade till people turn away being pompous is not attractive being a jerk is even worse why ruffle others’
