The breeze rustles through my receded hair, tipping the black hat askew.
My search was all in vain.
I had found a lead.
With the tugboat anchored firmly to the dockside, he barged in the house.
I was not privy to these events. Had I been, I fear these writings would never leave my desk to reach you.
Blast from the Past Collection #5
No more will your words insult me Nor your actions hurt my soul You got what you deserved at last You finally got served I see you down the golden path Walking, full of bliss And I find my comfort in the fact You walk towards the abyss I will follow you Follow you on … Continue reading Eternal Hate
Chill winter morning. The train station was almost deserted but one could feel the liveliness floating in the air. It was early, just after sunrise, and there weren't many people around. Maybe this was the reason for the vitality of the morning – all life seems to have awoken from the night's sleep and was … Continue reading Sparrows
- You said eight in the evening. Why are we here at nine in the morning? - There has been a change of plan – he replied as he was lighting the smoke, - I won't be available tonight. - I know. I'm going at the same party as you. He eyed her thoughtfully. It … Continue reading Parting