We all want a taste
Of elegant Lenore
If I’m in love
Why can I sit still no more
My feet move when
Silence is the reply
My heart slowey dies
Know that my soul
Was bought by the moon
I am not the be all and end all
We found paradise too soon
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It was getting warmer, and we spent a lot of time riding horses out on her property. She showed me a pecan orchard where she liked to sit sometimes, by herself.
“This has to be my favorite place on earth. If you listen, you can hear the river. I have always loved that. I know it’s there. Just…
What if all the steps you had ever taken were visible, as if you have gone your whole life walking in the fresh, untouched snow, or on a beach where no one else has, or will ever tread, and your footprints are still there, and will always be there? Would you follow them back to where you started? and if so, would you walk the same way again?
~~adam stanley All My Sins Remembered
"Though we met when we were both very young, you were the one I was meant to grow old with. The one who would finally embody the abstract concepts I had only heard about in songs, or read about in books."
-adam stanley (via iamadamstanley)