Tag: river

Is he a bad influence? They infer that he is.
Who had ever been edgier than him?
It was like tagging someone and then running away.
A whole world of foreignness upon the horizon.
So please come out when it’s summer and we will live by the sea.
She believes she may close her eyes and take a deep breath.
Gone Fishin’
Gone Fishin’
Nothing makes any sense. Things just happen, that’s all.
When the light hits it differently, even familiar places turn strange.
Still, the world has always puzzled him.
Sometimes you can reach him and sometimes you can’t.
It feels like we have the whole place to ourselves.
The forest is still and it feels a good place to be.
This time next year we shall be living like kings.
He went where he wanted to go.
There’s always a simple explanation for these things.
And how do you feel about that, then?
I was a nobody, a little ant scraping away at the soil.
Gone Fishin’