well...well....hmm. you cant even tell...if its a well or a well, well which well is my well..oh pleasee do tell!!....a well is what exactly??
"a pit or hole sunk into the earth to reach a supply of water"
why thank you Merriam, you are too kind my lady...(gent?? who knows...)
ahh, reminds me of something bittersweet that I once knew...the well I dug up in my heart, to reach out and touch someone near with the supplies I hold so dear...well...should I start digging once again? What's the verdict my dear child? What is the verdict?
People come and go in our lives, its a fact.
A well of treasures...deep within the surface...there it lies...waiting to be dug up...bear in mind..it cannot and will not spring up on its own...
Time must be spent, but there it shall be..sparkling like the most rarest of diamonds. A diamond..beautiful yet clear...no color (unless of course you are sneezing money to buy yourself black diamonds and the like...but I refer to us humble folk who like to stick to basics). I say again for the faint of memory...No color, yet its simplicity is simply...what strikes us, what catches our eye, what tickles our toes, what makes women melt with pleasure..(of a different sort I might add). My dear dear folk, I must repeat, people come and go, but a drink from a pure well is..well dare I say?? PRICELESS. As bittersweet as our meets may be, we can rest assured, our thirst is quenched, maybe not for eternity but for a moment.
After all, what are we but a sum of our moments?
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