Her mouth turned up in a most beautiful smile, eyes of sorrow, plumes of autumn fire framing her face. I recognize her in an instant, wanting to reach out and reconnect. But our connection is so strained, searing with pain. The sorrow we share, make the best. Be well.
When people opt to do the bad thing, there are those who counter with the good, there are those who let it pass, and there are those who follow. The easier route is often the route to cause the most pain long term and the hardest route usually resolves the problem immediately. Why did she … Continue reading Choices
You make me stupid smile, and I cannot help it. I want you by my side, fighting the horrors of the world, back to back. But I must let go of your sweet smile, missing you every day.
Paying homage to the dead who have written before me. Critiques of mankind and a cynical nature, a man I admired spat his truth in frustration. Whether right or wrong, he pronounced his voice and lived with conviction. The dead still affect the living.
Maybe it was the way she looked at me. Beautiful caramel and bright smile. Teacup in her hands and a wealth of knowledge behind her glasses.