segregation of reality and perception
It is odd that this recollection comes upon me now. This faintly haunting memory of a feeling that Escapes the commonality of ordinary language. All that I have retained is the scar of that faceless nameless emotion, Not nearly enough for which to compose prose. Now as the air about me is heavier than I [...]
inside mine
Love used to be a promise of other things, thing better than what lies in front of you now. It was a smoky haze covering everything that was important. Unable to see, unable to dream Words are jammed together in cattle cars, and shipped off someplace, with the promise of food and water And a [...]
