Irritating, not loving, each other. For one year we’ve slept apart. Your desire is to rest in the sunshine, but I insist on exploiting the shadows. Our dreams have become our secrets, and we no longer care to share or live them together.
We worship the fickle gods of circumstance.
offbeatjim Wittenberg
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Oh, yes. Know what you mean. Very to the point. ‘Your desire is to rest in the sunshine, but I insist on exploiting the shadows. ‘ Brilliant line.
This happens all too often.Wonderful imagery.
Agree with Paul’s comments about that line. Superb writing!!
Keep posting stuff like this i really like it
This is simply brilliant.