Summerdate 6(th)w-endtime. noon.

the end of the road. is it a crossroad? i cannot see. you who stand beside me, are you with me? i smile at you, and you smile back. yet when i gaze into your eyes, and yours into mine, a doubt flickers. you gaze away, yet your hand still grasps mine. i care not. gaze away if you will, i won´t let go. even if your hand slips from mine, i will carry on beside you for as long as the road so allows. worry not for that, ma petit glace. meanwhile, the other matters at hand delude me effortlessly. come to think that dusk has fallen on the road... only a dim light in the distance could allow me to stay on this path.... yet i must be prepared to surrender the struggle...look for other paths and move on... what will it be, when dawn finally breaks?...