There was something... wild, beautiful, even brilliant. They were going everywhere - beaches and forests and mountain peaks, with no money to make them happy.
There Was Something
Look Back
A beautiful light passed his face. I have done all I can. I hope to look back upon my life and say I was a man.
Enigmatic Reader
You are an enigmatic reader, the very reason why I engage in my method of thought.
A Quiet Glance
Writing opens up deepest thought and is a quiet glance into my truth.
Infinite Calm
His form and hers, of perfect peace. The infinite calm seldom frenzied or despairing a shadowless eternity boundless in love. One might doubt the presence of asserted tranquility. Do you believe such people are happy? I'd give a great deal to know.
All This Space
I gotta go! This very instant. Run away in all this space.
Existence of Happiness
It is strange how the existence of happiness completes your heart even when body is gone. Men seldom cherish the solace of declining years.
They Would Brave All
Together, they would brave all. They stepped or, more correctly, felt irresistibly impelled by the sweet ring of progress beyond the line of storms.
Solitary Rambling
I took such a taste for this solitary rambling that I did not fear breaking forth alone. My confidence proved plenty and sheltered by my cautious counsel I went wandering in search of myself.
Looking for the Light
I found that we seem to all be looking for the light.
