He smiled and smiled, but never once did he laugh whilst she was alive. Now all he felt was pity. There was no love, no sorrow, no hate, no remorse. There he stood, watching attentively, as the remain… more →
the eternal childhood of the whimsical mind.rachel wrote 3 months ago: He smiled and smiled, but never once did he laugh whilst she was alive. Now all he felt was pity. Th … more →
rachel wrote 7 months ago: First we were observers. Then we were participants. Heroes we tried to be, The battle valiantly foug … more →
rachel wrote 9 months ago: I thought I’d come full circle, when I’d only walked half the mile. I think I’ve f … more →
rachel wrote 1 year ago: The dead end confirmed it. She’d taken a wrong turn, somewhere along the way. But how could it … more →
rachel wrote 1 year ago: Eight. It was raining, but only in the backyard. The sun shone brightly down on the front lawn. Bird … more →
rachel wrote 1 year ago: It’s when she’s all alone, when she hugs her knees to her chest, and her head sinks in d … more →
rachel wrote 1 year ago: Five. There was something about this night that just felt so right. They waltzed to the silent orche … more →
rachel wrote 1 year ago: One. She would always remember the featherlight rain, the dancing lights, and the smell of winter ch … more →