The night was cold. The snow was light and dreamy. A lone star shone on the sleeping city. I wished I were a wanderer, with my habit in the wilderness, traveling with the lone star guiding me.
I wished I were lying awake underneath that dark canopy with loneliness as my only companion. Sometimes I think that surely, the thought of a warm house on a cold night is better than being in one.
Wishes are sometimes dangerous. Especially when you wish for them. The night was calling me, but so was my calling. Somebody had to die...
I wished I were lying awake underneath that dark canopy with loneliness as my only companion. Sometimes I think that surely, the thought of a warm house on a cold night is better than being in one.
Wishes are sometimes dangerous. Especially when you wish for them. The night was calling me, but so was my calling. Somebody had to die...
buying new soul effect?
ReplyDelete//the thought of a warm house on a cold night is better than being in one//
ReplyDeleteThe pleasure in the pursuit.. ah!
Enjoyed reading this whole series..
Thank you. I am glad that you enjoyed it. Will add to it soon.
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