Life in HTML

Drifting thoughts go back to the view. Wind blows slightly, rustling through my hair. Sound of teenagers laughing and - wifi everywhere. A world complete, the nearness made the heart skip a beat, be still, yet - as soon as the day is done, the tiredness of the waiting takes over. Much has been said, enough has been said - the will of the wind? Shall we say to go with the flow will be foolhardy, as that is the deteriotation of the beauty. A seat and a talk, momentarily looking down and away to stop the tears from falling, that hestitant goodbye, a replay of so many other times, yet such is the time - and that is lost for all time.

Drifting thoughts of how wondeful it could be - and in the stillness of this night - how far away it seems. Sadness flows and once again, life is in Html, with the pictures unseeen, all codes and symbols, refusing to go back to compose... Html, to figure out what is behind the picture, and that dowsnt work. Perhaps...

Perhaps listening to others solidifies the block. The 360 degree turn has long been forgotten, thus all is accepted, yet the fear threads -

It was not me... Such a dull pain. Knowing that the devotion on wasted matters is the trajectory of.. Limited.

Perhaps. As the counter goes on, time refreshes with a twist, still in html, coded. Perhaps...

Thus time has had it time and the approach to will begins, and the beauty of releasing the spirit adheres to the soul. Once alone. Once more alone. Such is the travelled path - in spiteful anger of the grounded materialism -
Be it all for squat.

Breathing, no frantic misgivings, no drastic action. Go with the flow. The tears have dried, throwing inthe towel but one more
Time -
As life is in html.