April 2011
4 posts
Easter's mark
I am surrounded by sounds and smells foreign to me as I sit here with the breeze, ever so slightly caressing. Mothers and their babies. Couples walking hand-in-hand, enjoying the sun. Good friends sitting together, sipping at wine. I stare at the condensation forming on the surface of the glass. All reminding me of the promise of tomorrow.
I shut my eyes. I am brought back a year. The sounds and...
One must at least have two friends: One to talk to, and one to talk about.
– fortune from fortune roll