-
I am walking down an old country road, the pavement as dry as the brittle
summer grass. The sky, an abnormally bright blue, the sun a blinding
orange. I am alone here on this road, I look to my right. Someone is there,
I know not their name and cannot see their face. I can only feel their
bittersweet energy. Someone who has loved me, who will love me, who will
wait for me. To the left I see an empty field, how I long for you my
friends. I love you, beautiful companions. I know that though I may be on
this road alone, you are the fire within me, giving me permission to be
strong. If I am to stumble and fall I know I can count on you, and you on
me. I cannot say that I know what lies ahead, I can only say that I love
you. True friends are the brightest gift from the gods, I am blinded by
your beauty.
- by Perpetual Odyssey |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 07/10/2009 |
- Skip
- Title: Country Road
- Artist: Perpetual Odyssey
- Description: Right now in my life I have not found that special someone but I have my friends. They help me get through the tough and lonely times.
- Date: 07/10/2009
- Tags: country road friendship love dreams
- Report Post
Comments (1 Comments)
- Idiosyncratic Quirk - 07/13/2009
-
I hope you send this to them, it would touch them.
Oh, and when you to about one person, call it he or she. Their isn't appropriate because it's possessive to plural nouns. Keep that in mind. It's a common mistake. - Report As Spam