WalkingAs I walked the empty street, shirt fluttering in a breeze I could not feel, my thoughts slowly churned in my head. Thoughts all too often there on the edge of my mind had finally surfaced. After all this time I had thought I would never face this again. I was wrong. That fact had me walking this night, walking in anguish. It felt as if my feet were slowly but surely trampling my heart. Was this what I had come for? Was this what I had asked for? No. I had come for her. I had asked for her. Perhaps I should have been clearer. Maybe I should have said something. It no longer mattered. I was already on the street, surrounded by streetlighWalking
MistressShe flees once more. Like always she lets me come near and then she runs away. I long to have her. I want nothing more than to embrace her and feel her breath against my flesh. She knows this. Many times I have told her. That is why she runs, she is not afraid. She is playing a game with me. I ask her to stop. I beg her to simply come toward me. Still she runs. I have no choice but to pursue her. I constantly lose sight of her, but she wants to continue the chase, and so she presents herself in front of me time after time. Every time she comes she is closer to me. Yet I have never reached her. I have never been able to touch her.Mistress
Broken WingsOn broken wings he tries to fly. Always reaching higher never quite touching the sky. Some call him a fool, others a dreamer. He knows what he wants. He wants to fly, to soar through the sky. Though he has failed many times he will keep trying. A million times, ten million, however long it takes for him to touch the clouds. However long it takes for him to be kissed by the gentle winds and see only blue forever, that is how long he will keep falling. Why would anyone be willing to fail so many times and still pick themselves up to fall again? For him the reason is a memory. He wishes to see only blue, like the blue of her eyes, toBroken Wings
Shades of GreyShades of Grey He sits there in silence. Same place as always. Different thoughts racing through his head. Too many things this day have happened. He knows he should not be here, but there is no other place where he can think this clearly. Only here where his past becomes blurred and mixes with the present is he able to find solace. He moves, looking up at the sky as clouds obscure the sun. “Grey, everything fades to grey,” he mutters to himself. He wonders why it is that only when things seem to be going so well that they can end so abruptly. But why it all had to happen at once he caShades of Grey
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frodo lives.
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