Courage, Dear Heart.
You don't know the story I'm telling - breathed out in golden shimmers and the faint scent of sandalwood.
Can you hear it? The resonant whispers of something great to come?
I know it aches.
I know it echoes from the emptiness.
I know.
And I see.
Oh, Dear Heart.
Courage.
27 September, 2013
11 September, 2013
Infestation
In retrospect, I should have known.
I should have been changing my tune the moment I saw him stroll across my living room floor, with his troglodytic face melted into an emotion approximating happiness.
He was well-kept- nattily attired even - in a linen suit and straw derby. But it only made him appear more incongruous with his surroundings. There was no hope of him proving to be a fantasm once the odiferous stench that accompanied his promenade wafted over to the couch.
In retrospect, I really should have known.
The garden gnomes had returned.
I should have been changing my tune the moment I saw him stroll across my living room floor, with his troglodytic face melted into an emotion approximating happiness.
He was well-kept- nattily attired even - in a linen suit and straw derby. But it only made him appear more incongruous with his surroundings. There was no hope of him proving to be a fantasm once the odiferous stench that accompanied his promenade wafted over to the couch.
In retrospect, I really should have known.
The garden gnomes had returned.
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