“Why don’t you take an afternoon nap?” They’re rejuvenating you say? Except my dreams aren’t cute and fuzzy, I will gladly illustrate if I may… I had that dark fantasy again the one where I wake up on the floor, awkwardly too weak to run away, can’t manage to unlatch … Continue Reading nap time? (trigger warning)
Is it me? Or is it My? Answers to riddles will come in time. Who am I? When or where? Asking the meaning of life I do not dare. Why things must happen, most will never know. Where your imagination stops. Or Where children’s “big dreams” go. Stop creating questions, … Continue Reading Is it me? Or is it My?
I observe all things around me I analyze and write what I see, extra trimmings which remain unwritten freely spill over into a dream. They all seem to come together to create something shockingly new, My mind never achieves conception of what is made up and what is true. In … Continue Reading Where all the extra thoughts go
Mystifying and cryptic. Gloomy and apocalyptic…. This is how I envision the theater in my head, Feelings of the colors black, drab and dark red. Barbed wire around my lungs, stabbing, restricting as I breath. Fluid inside my heart turning black, Boiling vigorously begins to seethe. Dark dressed … Continue Reading Sleep paralysis