Jacob lay awake on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes were
open, but he was not seeing with them. His mind flew free of his
conciousness through the sky of his imagination. The weight of the
world no longer lay heavy upon his shoulders as he reveled in the
freedom his mind gave him. He came back to himself, and this time the
let down was too much.
Jacob got up with a start and pulled on a pair of shorts and a
T-shirt. He slipped on his favorite pair of sneakers and grabbed his
keys as he practically ran out the door.
...
They found his car in the morning, a crumpled, mangled heap of scrap
metal in the bottom of th
Dull. That she is not.
Not in any sense of the word.
Bright, cheerful, intelligent.
In this land, none can compare.
Beautiful, feminine.
There is an aura about her,
Magic, some might say.
She is full of energy,
Full of life, full of being.
Stubborn or strong-willed,
Take your pick.
The words don't change
Who she is.
Her, I will defend
In the face of adversity.
Protector, if she needs,
But never against her will.
Speaking with her is pleasant.
A beautiful voice
To match a beautiful face.
'Tis not an easy thing
To care for someone
At the risk of great pain.
'Tis not easy to love
But not have it returned.
'Tis not easy,