Hush Now, Hear

The quiet hush of a Sunday evening. And thoughts that always swing towards someone special. A love as fragile as a spider-web, and as strong. A delicate melancholy madness. A musing. The thrumming heartbeat-hum of quiet, desperate, realisation -

By Starlight

Melancholy... musing... starlight... 'dead eyes, are you just like me?'