He wandered
An aimless vagabond, walking down an overcrowded boulevard, No hope to guide him, no shadow to walk by his side. He wandered, he roamed, he tripped, he fell.. A fallen idol he was, burdened by the emptiness, the blatant apathy, His shoulders had stooped. He wandered, he roamed, he slipped, he fell.. Till one day, the fateful day when the river mingled with sorrow, changed its tricky course, For the good.. For bliss, for comfort, for solace.. He met her.. She, the embodiment of all the happiness in the world, like a beam of sunlight seeping in through a canopy of the dark forest, like the light at the end of the tunnel. He was uncertain at first, not used to such adulation, such clarity, such joy.. After all he was a mere mortal, how could he even dream of being adored by a fabled angel.. He had always been a troubled sailor, drawn to the bewitching calls of the sinister mermaids. Gouged out, fed on.. But here he was in true paradise.. The charcoal on hi...