The Well is Full
Sometimes I think it is a waste of time, spending every waking moment dying to find the one, thinking that my heart can be fulfilled, wondering when, how, why, that fate would pick me to be happy. Then like a sign from God calling out to me in the distance I see an angel, looking into those deep fulfilling BLUE eyes, the path was placed infront of me for my feet to fall on, walking closer to the beacon of life I realized she was not an angel, nor was she normal. What seemed to be eternity was merely minutes. This stranger had caught my attention and captured my heart.
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This writing is original and copyright of Lance Conrad.