Balance

They warned not to be consumed by vapid things. Those vapid things would only be the beginning of an utterly meaningless life, and their villainy would trickle down into even the center of your being where the deepest wells of intangible value lie. So I believed that even the little things could not abide within … Continue reading Balance

A Year Later

A piece of junk mail with his name had shown up today. Despite the annoying and ineffective attempt to sell a credit card, an envelope that she would have immediately discarded if it had her name on it, she held it tenderly. She would have never imagined longing for the mundane like this. There would … Continue reading A Year Later