Walking along the shore of a shallow lake encased in trees.
Arm cringing from the fresh strike of the needle,
it’s incessant buzz still ringing in my mind.
The winter’s wind...
Both are dressed in black, dark hair and grim expressions.
Pain and knowledge reflect back through their eyes.
One is calm and solitary, the other emotional and lonely.
I can feel it, the tingling in my veins signaling the collapse of my fortitude.
Knowing that question: to feel or not to feel, I’ve figured out what’s wrong with...
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The Black Forest of Germany