White Rabbit :
Even though she is still in my life, and occupies a permanent place within me, as I believe I am a soul, she may never understand the peace of comfort her existence provides. Thoughts of her, rustle gently in my memories like a rolling empty fields blades of grass, gently swaying in a spring mid morning thunderstorm, the echoes of the world distant rumbling. All I can perceive amongst an ocean of green waves, backdropped by thick dark grey, is lingering snapshots of her. Brown eyes, and two long dark bangs. The curve of her face, as shadow lit by lightning dances across the sky. Forever chiseled into the calloused fibers of my being. She is, a dream, a wanton wisp, something that should be eternal, like us all. As the world, or I am, imperfect, she inspires me to be… a better man, every day. Don’t forget.. please god, don’t let me forget her. Even if a part of me has to be surrendered. Let it be, let it be that she can be happy… with… or… without me.
2026-06-25 08:46:09