Under the night’s glare, sparkle beam sun, does the air of freedom float in the breeze. As I gaze to the pinprick heavn’s above, for a setting of such that I please.
Tag: calm
Rape Part Five
Shane stood behind mr. Malen. “It’s….it’s him. My father.” Shane said low.
Too Quiet
It’s just too damned calm at the moment. Is there a storm coming up ahead, or is it just my imagination being locked out of what is happening around myself at the moment? Is something missing in this uneasy quiet? There is something that I cannot see, cannot feel, cannot touch upon.