It’s Spring, dandelion season so the fairies lift and slip through the air carrying wishes and sneezes in their pockets. A couple walk palm distance apart laughing into the breeze and into each other’s hearts, smiling young love as the fairies flies past. An old man, all in black, leans against a railing in … Continue reading Dandelion Season
I miss you, your blue-eyed stare and the tension which formed like dust at first then bricks, to build a ten foot wall between us. Neither of us knew you left a 2x2 room in my heart empty, when you left. Image credit.