whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren nodded at her question. "It is. And rather unassuming, with green blades studded with brown. I came out here with a friend recently, however, to encourage their growth. Hopefully they're ready to be harvested." Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "And hopefully we can find them." The words were soft.Reaching a fork, he glanced down both paths, before taking the right one. At her question, he paused for a brief moment before resuming his walk through the Labyrinth. ”Felt a driving need to prove myself for no particular reason beyond my own perceived lack of self-worth and as a result acted recklessly? Yes. Yes I have. Too many times to count.” Again, his voice was quiet, and his eyes were distant.
what goes, let go
LOREN
