"The writer who breeds more words than he needs is making a chore for the reader who reads."

I try to keep it all short and sweet.
Like you.
Like a pledge of the Lollipop Guild.

I still think of you. Wedged in the tiny recesses of my mind, where you are kept safe. I whisper promises to your pictures. Sealed with the sigiled conviction of late integrity.
I hope that every day and every entry brings me somehow closer to you.

You've gone so very far away.

11:16 p.m. - 2014-06-10