How I wish I could weave my cold silence into songs for them who yearn for solace… Mired in the verity of lost ideals, How I wish I could weave my cold silence, though I am one wading in my own fears of expectations and utter setbacks… How I wish I could weave my cold silence into songs for them who yearn for solace…!!!
A canopy of skies and hidden galaxies, magically robed in an ethereal glow, glittering over silent sands and seas of all hues, shining above us- the scattered kinds, seeking prayers… sustaining dreams… granting answers… And how I wish it all to be just and true…!!!
Ed was in a fix. Making ends meet was difficult enough. Still, he didn’t want to break his promise to his daughter, not on her fourth birthday. A sad smile appeared on his face as he thought of her. The medium-sized pink teddy caught his eyes as he stepped into the thrift store. It was pre-loved, he knew. An unbroken promise and a joyous birthday kid was worth his lighter pocket.❤❤