She is there. Through the darkest night. The warmest summer. The coldest winter. She is there. Withstanding the changing of seasons and enduring the passing of time. Seated by the shore, reflecting on the promise from long ago. The love that betrayed her never to return. As she continues to wait.
The Time Is Coming by jpssteveshanahan, literature
Literature
The Time Is Coming
The time is coming. You've gone insane. You're feeling happy. You fought the game. The time is coming. Prepare the blades. Your life is over and you're to blame. The time is coming. You've gone insane! You're feeling happy. You fought the game! The time is coming. Prepare the blades! Your life is over and you're to blame! Ready......ready......ready......ready
On The 26th Of Each Month by jpssteveshanahan, literature
Literature
On The 26th Of Each Month
On the 26th of each month my mind becomes a bit more somber. On the 26th of each month my thoughts drift further into the realms of melancholia. On the 26th of each month I'm reminded of my failures. On the 26th of each month I attempt to retrace every single misstep taken. On the 26th of each month I reflect on all the time that's passed and still done nothing. On the 26th of each month my guilty conscious seeks atonement. For it was on a 26th that my Mother died and still I lament her loss.
i. Indian sins: crushed henna leaves, ripening dates — all dark as your skin ii. Indian sins: crushed henna leaves, ripening dates, roiling tea bags, mus- ky aroma and nutmeg — delectable as your skin