and so I shoulder another burden.
blinded to all inception.
why can’t you let one of the purest emotions remain untainted?
in the vows of old,by rage or rain, precious bondsremain unbroken together untildeath reunites old loversat the feet of fate
individuals,we mark x on the same map,on the same earth,we occupy different spots – our niche, we dominate – we fall to predators,chase after prey, our own islands,we drift by ourselves,individuals with different tastesand personalities and looks,yet the bonds of fate,cruel red strings,tie us together,linked in the same ocean,the empty expanse of landless lonely,where predatorContinue reading “archipelago”