July 15, 2007

What, if

By writesome

She sat beside him, just close enough to feel him breathe and then spoke slowly. Are you sure?

He sighed heavily and stared straight into the sun. I’m not sure about anything anymore.

She stared at her toes. What can I do?

Is patience too much to ask?

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I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now I can type instead of pen scratch in a journal. It's an experiment, but isn't life. I wish you joy and happiness. May life bless you and may you bless life. View all posts by writesome
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