An Amateur’s Maturity

He set forth on sail, carrying in hand his lover's mail. Dressed like it was a costume party, barbarian, looking like a rube, so quirky. As suspicious¬†as a creature could be, Heartbroken and dejected was he. Having lost what he loved profusely, None to¬†sympathize but laugh mockingly. Bewildered with the past, that worked like a … Continue reading An Amateur’s Maturity