Entry 909

Three places became a harbour for the ship that carried my emotional baggage. One of these was the flare in her smile each moment we spoke...guided by the sentiment that cringed in the wrinkles around her eyes. Occasionally, it became atop a hill anywhere on earth; chasing sunsets and storms side by side with the aves... and on days of gloom, I, staring out of a window with Lonely streams of rain making their way across stained glass alike my solitude.

These places hold me in eternal debt; the price of which to pay is my small bundle of sanity, my life, or my freedom a man.

Photocredit: "Stairway to Contrast" by Donata Wenders