The wind blew her dress around; the swelling of the white cotton was similar to the spinning of the world in her head. Nothing was real. She was elevated above the world, above humanity, above those who thought themselves higher then the rest; above all of them.
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after death
exactly one week ago, I had fallen and hit my head rather hard. the trauma was severe enough for me to lose consciousness, stop breathing, and my heart stopped. i was dead by the time the paramedics arrived. Although they were able to bring me back, I believe that part of me is still in… Continue reading after death
Nocturnal Fantasies
Journey into the valley of the half-lit moon. The barriers are broken with but a whisper. Herein lies the secrets of the dark and lost souls. Disturbed manifestations tunnel through the mind.
That beautiful girl
Why are we so fragile And together weaving a pattern so brittle That artful sensation of timid strength I feel it in my body