It was silent. Perhaps chose to be. Which drifted into several strings of thought. It expanded, condensed and removed itself from our plane of existence. Fell forward in its state of airless flight, screaming. Screaming my name out of oblivion into this fragile world. It wanted me to come to it. To find a way… Continue reading Inside of oblivion
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Tainted Love
I awoke with the same dream haunting my mind. It was the same man with that wild look in his golden eyes and those long white fangs. My lover turned toward me and laid her hand on my arm.
The Rose
A rose. It’s simple beauty Calls to me. Petals of reddest red, Leaves of greenest green.