Always in love, he never doubted whether his early years, full of passion and immorality were too stiff to be interesting.
Always In Love
Paralysis
The soul felt a terrible ache, the years went slowly numb in a spread of paralysis, of shock, an inward emptiness in her soul. Like dead leaves crumpling to powder, blown away on the wind.
Given Up
He'd almost given up on love. Years of fantasizing came to a thousand lonely nights. Time was running out.
Eighteen Years
At eighteen years - I was wild, I didn't fear the coffin or the grave.
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.
Time Flowed
Time flowed on slowly, until years passed wild and never stopped.
