I arrived at the coffee shop near Midland early. I was always early when it came to friendly meetings. (Yes, I know that it was rude to be late, but if that was really true, then for those who come too early, weren't you forcing the others to become late on your behalf?) I felt … Continue reading A Meeting between Friends
Tag: Friendship
Like a Mirror
How fragile this friendship, Which shatters the moment I say, “I love you.”
In the Hollow of the Mind
A young child once prayed aloud, her troubles in a whisper, And was answered by spirits, very eager to help her. Despite all of her lose friends, and a loving family, She often felt most anxious, invisible and lonely. So the spirits aided her, in the only way they knew, They made a home of … Continue reading In the Hollow of the Mind
The Anticipation of a Moment
He sighed, leaning back with a look of thoughtful contemplation, then returned to the manuscript. Another smoked beside the window, reading, brows furrowed. She watched them eagerly, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Well?" someone said. A moment of silence dawned with the sun, pregnant with effort, skill, and no little amount of divine inspiration. "It's perfect." … Continue reading The Anticipation of a Moment
11:22PM
Jittery and anxious, he played over their conversation in his head for the seventy-third time. There was definitely something to it, right? He wasn't overthinking things - this was perfectly normal behavior (for whatever passes for "normal" nowadays, right?). He carefully typed out his thoughts, the haptic feedback turning every word into a heartbeat. SENT … Continue reading 11:22PM
Cutting Ties
It’s an awful life cycle, Love, Strangers meet, like the only two people waking a dark, hollow world. Exulting in companionship, soft laughter does it’s work to tie their bodies closer together in conspiratorial intent, forming a fledgling friendship that shimmers into faint illumination, growing brighter brighter. That friendship which burns so brightly, white-hot in … Continue reading Cutting Ties
The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me
What had become of my friends in this city of memories, Who laid hands to my life and spun delicate reality: Where now goes the eloquence of that wordy smith by the sea? What of that cleverly motherly poet-visionary? My dear brother, and his lovely wife, a blossoming fairy? The venerable old leader's quest, manic … Continue reading The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me
If friendship is a two way road
If friendship is a two way road, Then why can I never find my way back? Back to that place just a few miles ago, Return to where this road was first paved, Far from its dead-end.
Stjarna Trek
The rain was coming down in heavy, icy sheets by the time they found the cabin. It might have been a blessing that the four were already chilled to the bone, as the downpour didn't feel quite so cutting - though their pride prevented anyone from overtly complaining about the total uselessness of the layers … Continue reading Stjarna Trek
The Fisherman at Manussa
I found her smoking at her usual spot on the old bridge. The cold made the smoke escaping her lazily open mouth look thickly blue-gray and which dissipated into the same colored skies above. She must have knitted the hat for the occasion, judging from the loud colors that somewhat resembled the digits of the … Continue reading The Fisherman at Manussa
Discarded Recollections 