Endless silence.

It’s been weeks since then.. I haven’t done much but write write cry write cry and cry a little more. I’d sleep of course, to get away from living. I’ve always thought of sleep as a psychotic break from reality rather than just resting. Since then, I’ve just been writing. About what? Honestly, I can’t… Continue reading Endless silence.

Senseless Desire 4

“I am you in your dream,” the words whispered again,” reality is changing, rearranging as I speak.” The voice faded, attention diverted to the sparsely clouded sky. Ribbons of light trailing to the ground. Racing across the field, horizon to horizon. Nothing blocked the view except a single oak tree, set dead center on the… Continue reading Senseless Desire 4