The Adventurers - Part 1
There was once two people. They were, by no means unimportantly, artists, filmmakers to be exact, and they had both become tired of things. One realized she needed more from love. One realized his dream was living.
One night they went driving in the fog and turned the headlights off. They went to the river and couldn't see a thing. Indeed they floated on clouds. The ghastly appeared. She missed him terribly. It was midnight. The two adventurers had before found water to stop the heart. They had watched the sun sink behind the trees. Now the sun was nothing but a memory and the moon filled the tree branches and reflected off grass blades. Amazed at how light could penetrate this scene she lost her breath and became enamored by the moment. Passionate things filled her being and she was reminded of her love of things. He held on to her because if he let go they would both tumble through the sky.
She was inspired.
He was intimidated.
They knew these were good things.
P.S.
I miss D.
One night they went driving in the fog and turned the headlights off. They went to the river and couldn't see a thing. Indeed they floated on clouds. The ghastly appeared. She missed him terribly. It was midnight. The two adventurers had before found water to stop the heart. They had watched the sun sink behind the trees. Now the sun was nothing but a memory and the moon filled the tree branches and reflected off grass blades. Amazed at how light could penetrate this scene she lost her breath and became enamored by the moment. Passionate things filled her being and she was reminded of her love of things. He held on to her because if he let go they would both tumble through the sky.
She was inspired.
He was intimidated.
They knew these were good things.
P.S.
I miss D.