It has been three days, three days since that unimaginable loss, three days since my soul was last conpleat, three days since I last truely lived.
Since she died...
My eye has been worrying me recently. No, that does not accurately describe the feeling. It is more as if my eye has been worrying about me, as perpostorous as that must sound. I really cant describe it properly, it is as if it wishes me to go on...
But how can I go on, without, without her?
The strangest thing has just occured. As I looked up from my writing for the mearest moment, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, the left one, coincidentialy enough. It seemed to be a giant stone tablet, taller them myself with dimentions quite similar to a playing card. It had a picture carved into it, of, of....
It must have been a trick of the light. It is gone now, whatever it was. How on earth could a giant stone tablet with a picture of my wife have appeared like magic in the center of my study anyways?
Magic...
She always said she beleived in magic. What if...
I have nothing to loose now, so why not try?
Since she died...
My eye has been worrying me recently. No, that does not accurately describe the feeling. It is more as if my eye has been worrying about me, as perpostorous as that must sound. I really cant describe it properly, it is as if it wishes me to go on...
But how can I go on, without, without her?
The strangest thing has just occured. As I looked up from my writing for the mearest moment, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, the left one, coincidentialy enough. It seemed to be a giant stone tablet, taller them myself with dimentions quite similar to a playing card. It had a picture carved into it, of, of....
It must have been a trick of the light. It is gone now, whatever it was. How on earth could a giant stone tablet with a picture of my wife have appeared like magic in the center of my study anyways?
Magic...
She always said she beleived in magic. What if...
I have nothing to loose now, so why not try?