Something permanent and waiting

I’ve never been one for belief. Preferring, since I first found words, the question. But you suggest an answer now. Something permanent and waiting. As if there might be gods and fates whispering, a place and time of return. I would know you anywhere. In a room filled, or across vast, empty spaces. Even when I’m not looking for- … I somehow seek toContinue reading “Something permanent and waiting”