There is a big window to my room, I opened it to the morning breeze, and gazed out on to the garden, to see the marigold, and subconsciously expecting her to turn up ( as she often did, when I most needed her ) and deliver me from any unpleasant situation. If the garden was bare of all colours, the marigold would still be there , gay and flashy, challenge the sun.But now iam unfortunate, a rather unkept place. Nevertheless, life is always rich and steady when you are waiting for something to happen. Now iam going for a journey, a journey that is too long, and I will be back only when the journey ends...... Lonewolf_
Nor I know
Neither do you
What sort of state is this?
why is there this loneliness?
Why have we gone missing…