06-20-2017, 05:33 PM
I'm living in a foreign country, bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge, and someday I'll make it mine...
As his heavy but soft nose bumped hers, she exchanged breath with him, wuffling softly. She can feel the hardness in him, and it is familiar to her. The one thing she's learned in her homelessness is most men are stubborn and prefer to pretend they have no emotions. His next words betray him though, is there a crack in the Stone? A yearning?
"I am happy in the sense that I love my life, and I have no regrets. I feel sorrow about things, but never regret. It's not in my nature. I have lost dear friends and family, but such is the way of the Earth-Mother. An old man dies, a young girl lives. The universe requires balance, and she takes it how she sees fit. Why do you feel like your crown is heavier than the next man's? What have you done to earn yourself such a burden to bear?"
His next statement gives her a chuckle, and she doesn't pretend to hide it. Her eyes wrinkle at the corners as she smiles widely.
"There are storms here too, not just sunshine and rainbows. Regardless, I don't rely on anyone for my happiness except myself. No amount of lovers and friends can make me happy if I don't love who I am. I can't depend on anyone to make me happy no more than I can depend on a silly butterfly to know my name. I love the butterfly, but he is forgetful, wishy-washy." Her train of thought abruptly derails, but she brings it back gracefully."What makes you happy?"
...If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born, "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
As his heavy but soft nose bumped hers, she exchanged breath with him, wuffling softly. She can feel the hardness in him, and it is familiar to her. The one thing she's learned in her homelessness is most men are stubborn and prefer to pretend they have no emotions. His next words betray him though, is there a crack in the Stone? A yearning?
"I am happy in the sense that I love my life, and I have no regrets. I feel sorrow about things, but never regret. It's not in my nature. I have lost dear friends and family, but such is the way of the Earth-Mother. An old man dies, a young girl lives. The universe requires balance, and she takes it how she sees fit. Why do you feel like your crown is heavier than the next man's? What have you done to earn yourself such a burden to bear?"
His next statement gives her a chuckle, and she doesn't pretend to hide it. Her eyes wrinkle at the corners as she smiles widely.
"There are storms here too, not just sunshine and rainbows. Regardless, I don't rely on anyone for my happiness except myself. No amount of lovers and friends can make me happy if I don't love who I am. I can't depend on anyone to make me happy no more than I can depend on a silly butterfly to know my name. I love the butterfly, but he is forgetful, wishy-washy." Her train of thought abruptly derails, but she brings it back gracefully."What makes you happy?"
...If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born, "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
someday, we will foresee obstacles