

The AdventurerMist hangs on my shoulders. Moisture seeps through my hair and coils into my lungs. Air is colder now. Trees have sprinkled their multicolour nails over the still green grass. The black asphalt shines in the waking day and I can make out my reflection in its dark liquid eyes. Leather comforts me against the end of summer as I draw the collar higher and keep my eyes to the ground.The Adventurer
I find my friend behind the first turn of the road after the bus stop. Flickers of light move over his dark, moist body as it ripples onward, toward the centre of the road. It must be minutes since he emerged from the wet undergrowth. I stop to watch him


Two On The RoadIt isn't that I don't like him. I've been by his side for ten years, after all. One has to start to like another in that time. Or break the relationship. Of course, that has never been an option for me. Still, I like him. If only he would stop that insistent humming! Does he not realise that he is a bad singer?Two On The Road
What can a man do? The road goes ever on, and one must follow it. With a faithful companion like this by his side, a man should do just fine. Why is it that I have felt so lonely lately?
I know he thinks he is lonely. That's why he squeezes me so tight in the night. Oh, yes, he does come to me for comfort when


Shutting UpWhen I am an old woman, I shall shut up, I shall shut down, shut myself away. I shall shut all the windows And shut all the doors. There will not be a cat at my feet, A dog at my door. No goldfish in a bowl Swimming round and round and round andShutting Up
I shall be a cranky old woman then, Pester the delivery boy, Complain about the noise next door, Get lost in my ancient dreams.
And when I die, there will only be The delivery boy to notice How the hag will not open her door anymore And it will be the end Of another pack &
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"There is no right choice. But there are many wrong ones."
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"There is no right choice. But there are many wrong ones."
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