tender gaze of a day that is dead
Category: Writing and Poetry
In the quiet corners of my mind, I find myself longing for something unknown. He escapes from my reach, always a little beyond me, but I feel his energy flowing through me, a tempting current. Despite the tiredness in my legs and the tension in my body, I extend my arms towards him, driven by the surge of adrenaline. There is a promise of better days on the horizon, a hopeful expectation that keep... » Continue Reading