tmchwtrndslp

The river brings life, yet all it wants is to seek couch in the darkness. It is the warmth and the tingling, not the drama and mingling, that appeal to it so. Unmoving and still, it is at peace, whilst others rush back and forth, desperately seeking the peak; Only to find it, lose their balance and fall. 

There is a magic between some two, a magic that only exists between two that are not the same yet similar enough to look each other in the eye and cry. Two and one, in this sense they are of a third kind: the same. It so happens that sometimes even the simplest of things can have the most profound of effects, if only with the right one, not two, though three is a tiny step yonder.

Advertisements
Tagged , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s