For I am just wandering through life
Adventuring and Exploring
Finding love, life and laughter all around.
But, even as I sit here staring out at the fog beyond the mountains
I too feel like something that could disappear without a trace.
As we wonder in the cold, rain and look to the mountains
And at the stories they could tell
About the land before land and time before it ever existed.
For we are just passing through from one world to the next and even the mountains will remember the things we did.
The things we shared.
The mountains remember and the woods are all knowing
So the next time you feel like the fog beyond the mountains
Even the mountains know your name and the story that you tell them.
YOU ARE READING
My writings
Short StoryThis is just some of the crappy stories (if you can even call them that.) that I have been meaning to publish but just haven't had the time. it is mostly a bitch book. I just type out stuff that I am randomly thinking about
