Divided,
like a graded rift in the ocean floor. They didn't know each other anymore. Swimming through life, fluid in their movements but broken in their feelings... allowing the depth and meaning to swift away in the currents. What was it? What was the adhesive that connected soulful fibers together? Was it too far gone? Washed away and eroded in the flooded gravel road of life? Two jobs, no job, husband, kids and wife... torn in half. Divided like an ocean rift.
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AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Categories |