My imagination, our journey, and this world we call Earth. What shall we make of the time we have left here? Well, with my time I will give you many stories. Read with caution welcome Pen's page; good reading.
Shadows and Ash
Ashfallen, skies painted gray with charcoal flakes, the smell of coal washed over me. I could smell the furnace as blood smeared itself on gray rinsed grass, and as I marched on, more appeared. Could I have danced with a shadow? How would the light of my life have felt at my betrayal?
Starlight in a resplendent gaze that encompasses the future. A shadow intertwines and dances within crimson veins surrounding the Earthy Brown Iris, alighting with hope. A fist with the index finger and thumb tightly caressing the silver-black shaft between them.
Hindsight smacked the man with a reminiscence for the blood he had purposed to exhibit, a time of decisiveness that brought about consequential indecision. Analysis adamantly magnified caused his love for life to atrophy and desiccate into darkness as heartlessness had scarred him.