I am an island of desolation eveloped by a sea of beauty.
On the winding roads
between Batesville
and Conway, I felt a part of me perish.
I do not know
what
exactly, but I feel
that it was the passing of my
childhood
and the end of
beauty
within me.
I mourned the death of my youth today.
I can feel it. I can feel myself slip through my fingers as
(
Read more... )