Anthony Snow

Forever Yours

The rain stung as it swept across my face. Reminding me of those acupuncture sessions done by little old Asian men resembling Tibetan monks. They seemed to ease the pain of the longing in my heart. A sort of substitute one might say. The desire to have her with me for just one more day. It always comes back to moments like these. Moments where I'm drowning in sorrow ; searching for death on foot like a bounty hunter after his mark.