She wants to know his secret. He hasn’t decided what it is yet. He is running out of time. What could be so strange about the 18th of April 2032? The answer: nothing. But, what if there was.
He had ran away without anything. There was no note, no explanation, nothing strange about the way he left. When he did, it was the most natural she had seen him be in a very long time. What could be so stra...
What would you wish to be, my friend?
A bird, a dove, a tree, my end.
Too high to fly, the wind below.
I wash my hopes, what tragic blows.
As I fall, I pass you by.
My friend, my hope, alas, goodbye.
I will not cling on my descent.
The sun, so high, may boil my breast.
I wish the storm will pass me by.
My friend, how would I say goodbye?
What should I leave on the shoreline?
A bird, a dove, a t...