Emptiness, loneliness, are like being, in the middle, of a great forest, far removed from people, feeling, noise, houses, everything. Yet old men fished in the running creek, children biked under the warm sun, or played tag, on the road, deer were seen, all the time, early mornings, fog kissed the ground, and the neighborhood, was bathed in quiet, on certain days , and times, rain falls, like holy water, those upon those hoping, for miracles,or some magic,to make everything better, or at least,bright and new
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
Emptiness, loneliness, are like being, in the middle, of a great forest, far removed from people, feeling, noise, houses, everything. Yet old men fished in the running creek, children biked under the warm sun, or played tag, on the road, deer were seen, all the time, early mornings, fog kissed the ground, and the neighborhood, was bathed in quiet, on certain days , and times, rain falls, like holy water, those upon those hoping, for miracles,or some magic,to make everything better, or at least,bright and new