Our eyes met so strong on an August night
You’re my friend but my potential for more
A moment I believe to be birthed by fate
Was when I ran into you at the shore
Miles and miles of coast to the sea
But that moment in time chose us
It is with you that I feel the most free
I wonder if you remember August
After the shore we met up again
In the yard of the house that we knew
We sat by the fire and talked of good men
And I wondered if you were true
Though there was much to reveal on that one summer night
I felt the doubt inside of me stay
Under my tree you stood tall and bright
But the leaves got in the way
Maybe in time I can tell you
how you made me believe in magic again
Just for a day
Even if only then
About the Creator
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly6 days ago in Fiction
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