Void, cancelled, simply anulled endlessly aching, unconsoled life without you, rhyme without reason touch without sense, time without season
Tag: facade
His Beloved
“Yes,” he said to himself, “I am a clever one. None know, and those who suspect shall die.” He closed his eyes and thought of his Jessie. Beautiful, shining Jessie, with her straight blond hair always flowing, flying in the wind and her soft blue eyes dancing.