But it never does.
It’s such a simple line, but fuck me if it doesn’t just punch into you every time. The hollow acceptance in a soul aching eternally.

“That feeling rotted away,” really hit me. The passion (or is it the lack of passion?) in this ficlet is touching. I wonder if his soul will ever be found…

whoa, such torture! I think you mean ‘wander’ across the shores in the first line, but if you’d rather ‘wonder’ that’s okay too.
Immortality is cruel.

WOOOPS now I look silly

It’s ok I do that all the time.