Lake #writephoto

weekly #writephoto They were back, after all that time, back in the forests they loved, and by the lake. There was no noise, part from the low howling of the eastern wind in the trees, and from time to time the sound of water droplets from where a fish, or its ghost, came to the … Continue reading Lake #writephoto

Beginnings #writephoto

Alone, at the end, a fallen hero…

Of Glass & Paper

Beginnings

dawn

He knew where they had met, but he was less certain of when that was. He remembered the small town, and the woods, above all the woods, where they walked, kissed, watched the sun rise, the freezing dawns, enlaced, forever at one, with each other, and with the trees.

She was the one, and those were their beginnings. They watched the sun set, the skies on fire. Her grey eyes reflected the light. He had felt so strong then. He was, so they called him. She watched him go, such a breakup in her heart…

Now, after all the death, the sand, the blood, he was back. Alone, at the end, a fallen hero.

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Blizzard outside, blizzard in my mind, confusion, images without, anxiety within. Is this isolation, distancing, onset of old age... or just lack of inspiration, a fall in productivity? Bear market Pandemonium Stolen words So many questions... Image source: DAIN: Romania Beautonica (In Sepia Tone), 2018