There are many ways wherein travelling the world parallels journeying through the labyrinth of love.
Imagine the highs, and the lows. Embrace the blissful, carefree, colors one sees when the scenery of the mind and tapestry of the heart, roll by.
So you see the breathtaking views the Lord's land offers the senses. You see her face and you are mesmerized. The shape of her. The scent of her. The softness, the suppleness, of her voice.
Just when you think that the sun couldn't shine any brighter, an epitaph is written. Silence is sewn. How could this all happen, you ask?
It just does. How you handle the fall is up to you.
And her, in some cases.
More to be told later.
MC
Imagine the highs, and the lows. Embrace the blissful, carefree, colors one sees when the scenery of the mind and tapestry of the heart, roll by.
So you see the breathtaking views the Lord's land offers the senses. You see her face and you are mesmerized. The shape of her. The scent of her. The softness, the suppleness, of her voice.
Just when you think that the sun couldn't shine any brighter, an epitaph is written. Silence is sewn. How could this all happen, you ask?
It just does. How you handle the fall is up to you.
And her, in some cases.
More to be told later.
MC
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