The Sound of Falling Glass Shattered.... Like a window pane broken by a storm Each tiny piece of me lies alone And scattered far beyond repair All my shiny dreams just lying there..... John Black sat in his office at Alamain Industries staring at the set of official government documents that arrived by messenger, his …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 