He was living his life sheltered, Stunned by a series of mis-happennings. Now running away from chances, perceived as risks, Unaware that living life fully is worth all the hurt that may come after.
He walked away from the fire. Head down, shoulders heavy with the loss he’d just suffered – the sight of his friend engulfed by the will of the almighty ocean imprinted on his mind with a whirling slap.
Copper limbs and broken ribs Stone cold glance in one last stance Another creature falls under human arson.
Let the past out and the future in. “Put it all down, and feel weightless. Enjoy Love’s way, and how it makes you whole again, new in your own skin.” by B.