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When I met her, she blew the wind into my sails. She was the ocean that carried my lost boat through life. Her warmth molded my cold stone heart into a burning ember.Â
Love–the most unstable element.
All elements give as much as they take. I gave her my all, but still, her nature wanted more. The wind stripped my home bare. The flames ate all I had.Â
In the end, she was the iceberg to the Titanic of my life, sinking me to the depths and leaving me there to rust.Â
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They sat at the poker table, only the top halves of their bodies showing. Torsos floating on a sea of green.
Like icebergs, no one could truly see their depth or how they had got to where they were. Debt. Desperation. The need to escape poverty. Or, worst of all, boredom.
The river turned. The chips were pushed in. And then one drifted into the night. Surviving. Triumphant. The others sank further into the water.
Your tears formed from the juice of the apple you ate. The apple grew last summer, on a tree that drank of groundwater from the meltwater of the past winter's snows. The snow precipitated from mists blown in from the sea. The mists evaporated from a melting iceberg. The iceberg was born of a monstrous glacier breaking up, sliding into the ocean. When your tears fall to the ground, they join the watery adventure as they travel to the great ice caps and then on to the liquid magic of life.
They sat at the poker table, only the top halves of their bodies showing. Torsos floating on a sea of green.
Like icebergs, no one could truly see their depth or how they had got to where they were. Debt. Desperation. The need to escape poverty. Or, worst of all, boredom.
The river turned. The chips were pushed in. And then one drifted into the night. Surviving. Triumphant. The others sank further into the water.
Your tears formed from the juice of the apple you ate. The apple grew last summer, on a tree that drank of groundwater from the meltwater of the past winter's snows. The snow precipitated from mists blown in from the sea. The mists evaporated from a melting iceberg. The iceberg was born of a monstrous glacier breaking up, sliding into the ocean. When your tears fall to the ground, they join the watery adventure as they travel to the great ice caps and then on to the liquid magic of life.