He came to me in the night. His Bedouin hands gathered the pain from my mind and lead it into the vast desert of time, freeing me all at once from its iron shackles.
Category Archive: Prised – awaketime
…it was far too late to stop the wheels that had been put into motion
“Recover?” Pri scoffed, glowering at the alter where the only man she had ever loved stood, “there is no recovery from a wound like this.”
You have too much heart for others. Hoping someone will share a fraction of that back to you.
Look what my candle did.
"Never make a man choose between love and war," she said, her eyes lost in some memory claimed by the horizon.
"He will always choose the latter and if he doesn't, he was never a man at all."
Toska Nabokov
"Am I being impulsive? Is this how I really feel?" The pause in her mind was almost as loud as the pause in her lungs. "No," her body slacked with defeat, "this is Him."
I believe that if there is a chance at happiness—true and genuine happiness, risks are worth taking. I […]
