Seaweed

"could i come with you?" he questions. she smiles ruefully, knowing she could not avoid this question. "you wouldn't want to come where i went."

hush

hush, is what she told me during a long road trip. i was quite ancy in my youth, so I picked up a pen and wrote during it. all of these are fiction.

Methought

"Ever drifting down the stream — Lingering in the golden gleam — Life, what is it but a dream?" - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There