The Creek
The creek flows like the river, but it's not. It's smaller, quieter, kinder. Pure relaxation comes from the ever-present feeling of peaceful bliss exuding from he. Wading in the shallow waters replaces feelings of fear wit hexhileration. No smiling stops, it's a powerful creek. But you know, this too must someday end, drying up like the courage you never had.
Saturday 10th February 2018 2:52 am
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