I am amiable. Vague. Puzzled. Messy-haired.
Talk is free but the wise man chooses when to spend his words.
The world seemed to shimmer a little at the edges.
Start telling the stories that only you can tell.
To be Despair. It is a portrait. Only close your eyes and feel.
He sighed. It was a long sigh, weary and worldly-wise. The kind of sigh you could picture God heaving after six days of hard work and looking forward to some serious cosmic R&R, only to be handed a report by an angel concerning a problem with someone eating an apple.