: ̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 .ᐟ

“beautiful, yeah it is.” his response came in a wave of calmness. as though mimicking the very still trees themselves in the horizon that captured his attention. a few seconds passed until he turned to acknowledge the stranger. truth was, he had already sensed her ─

he's watching the sunrise. the earth is quiet, and still. too still. perhaps thats the problem wirh vacations, they're not particularly suited to overthinkers.

That was indeed sad. She seemed like a decent person. He frowned. Glancing around the area before he opened his fist revealing a blue butterfly. It flittered through the air. Whizzing around the woman before settling on her shoulder. "Thats a pity. You seem quite interesting"--

john clicked his tongue, thinking about her words. he did his best every day for the world to not go to hell. that was funny to hear and not in a good way. sorry to hear that, kid. my wife died too early too, it's . . . it sucks. so, uhm. —

jesus. how 'bout too much of religion ? appeals to vanity, as far as I know. but yeah, sugar is addictive, that ain't a lie. kind sir, ehe . . . I ain't, but appreciate it. two boys. they're old enough to follow their own lives, I'm uh, doing my own work alone again.