That which is, and that which is to come..
Under a shady tree on a grassy knoll, the young man peered into the heavens as if to strip it to bits and decipher all the teeny tiny pieces.
It looked like what he was always told it would look like when he was a child- Big, grey, and baleful. Almost as if asking “why?”, the youthful man cut his trance short and moved his longing eyes to the golden-orange horizon, “maybe..” he whispered to himself, and strolled... into the horizon.
It looked like what he was always told it would look like when he was a child- Big, grey, and baleful. Almost as if asking “why?”, the youthful man cut his trance short and moved his longing eyes to the golden-orange horizon, “maybe..” he whispered to himself, and strolled... into the horizon.