Writing

A child will find the way, in a night, and in a day, with the moment still, waking the dreams, glorious and free, into the blue memory.

space + poetry = nostalgia

I was shaken awake by Brandon this time. I woke with a start almost expecting it to be Victory or worse, one of the many..

I wanted to go back in time, stop myself from depression. Between revolting actions, they took over my mind in a possessive manner.

Conversation between a mother and daughter - Indian family

A fantasy dream senyru.

This is the third of a three part series

A short wherein I describe the things that keep me awake at night.

Tags Dreams