I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.
I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.
Memories are small prayers to God, if we believed in that sort of thing.
In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?
We were trying to make our lives easier, trying, with all our rules, to make life effortless. But a friction began to arise between Nothing and Something, in the morning the Nothing vase cast a Something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that, at night the Nothing light spilled from the guest room spilled under the Nothing door and stained the Something hallway, there's nothing to say.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories