Her love was on a dimmer switch. Fading from light hard and bright and long, it disappeared with a click that broke his heart.
Light
Light
The sun through the door lit up her last leaving. She leaves lightly, Ray thought, as he watched her silhouette, her hair a halo.
Halfmoon hanging
Halfmoon hanging in the daylit sky;
wakening sun warming morning blood;
Edinburgh early summer awaits.
There is always someone there
There is always someone there. Someone you can convince yourself is listening as you throw your blackest thoughts into the blacker night, opening your fingers and letting the shiny black pebbles fall into the blacker water. Or as you shine a light, light a candle, shine a light into the darkness you feel is there. There is always someone there. I will be there.
simonsalento 