He doesn’t know why he’s here.
The man in the striped shirt sits among well-dressed women, feeling like he’s both out of place and being melded into the scene.
Is he even a man anymore?
He doesn’t know.
He looks down, watching as his shape is gradually twisted into something he does not recognize. The others are blissfully unaware—no, not unaware.
They know. They are blissfully aware.
With every...
The sun is sinking below the horizon. It’s fire spreads throughout the entire sky, igniting a flame that does not exist, yet engulfs what once was plain and simple. I watch as the light is drained from the air like melting paint, flowing back towards the brilliant sphere sinking lower and lower.
It would be scary, if not for it’s beauty. So many different shades are occupying the sky at once. A b...
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger.
They say the dead tell no tales, but what they leave behind speaks louder.
Just with a footprint, you can see their lives unfold.
You just have to look closer.
Over the sidewalks and over the ground,
The prints of many different souls.
The marks of fancy shoes, left on tile floors by the fortunate and the bold.
The many rough marks left by ...
It’s coming, it’s coming
It’s going to happen
I envision it with frightening fervor
And I feel the fear creeping
My brain takes in feed
It calculates disaster
Envisioned in my minds eye
Like a horrific movie screen
When will it happen?
What will happen?
My brain screams as it
Works to discover the truth
I feel the fear rising
My stomach oozes with tar
My brain flashes like broken lights
As I en...
The bridge had almost been ignored from the outside. No one could have known what it held, so everyone in the bustling British city of London simply shrugged it off as an peculiarly placed bridge between two structures, perhaps an apartment? No one bothered because everyone was wrapped up in their lives.
As it turns out, it was just an unused passage between a business and an abandoned apartment t...