fillion

My heart is broken and I grieve, for I have known love. Your heart is broken and you grieve, for you have not.

Once again, he became outraged that humans__ore specifically his dad__ould rather invest in something pointless than the people right in front of them. Would Earth still suffer and need movements dedicated to its healing if humankind was rooted in reality?

Are you ready to discover what is real?

Feelings are real. They often become one__ reality. But they are not always based on truth.

The scenic route was a paved graveyard of dreams, but Fillion hoped his would rise from the ashes, marking the moment when he would finally own his life.

Secrets upon secrets were weaving into a strange and mysterious fabric that would ultimately clothe his future.

As the leaves randomly fell, she contemplated how they sacrificially gave up their essence to sustain new life. Or was it the tree__ sacrifice? Each leaf was a part of Gaia__ play. Their final act: to decompose so a new level of soil could be made, an earthen writing tablet for the next layer of history to be recorded. One generation became the groundwork for the next. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Nothing was exempt, not even the leaves.

Leaf felt buried beneath the remains of their prior life, the ashes coating every part of who he thought he was in this community.

Their leafy whispers delighted her, and she promised her confidentiality by gently touching the trunks of both trees. They had held her secrets close to their hearts, she could do no less.

Multi-colored lights flashed and glared on the wet road and cast eerie reflections, reminiscent of artistic surrealism. Fillion imagined that his distress and anger swirled and moved with the refracted lights, creating an urban masterpiece of demented fury.

There is a difference between being able to love and believing your love is valuable, worth giving away.