Friday, May 15th
We just arrived at the cabin - Paul is making us all lunch, and Harry and Gwen are arguing over the proper way to start a fire. The cabin is nice; small but cozy, and sort of feels like a time machine. All of the appliances, furniture, and decor is straight out of the 70s. Even the lightbulbs look old. It’s sort of why we chose this place online. A real getaway without modern dist...
It starts with a crack
Right through the middle of a person.
It’s a simple equation, really.
Strike the heart, and you kill the soul.
Strip the power, and you kill the will.
Rip away hope, and you kill the humanity.
Allow them faith, but not too much
And if you see a spark, don’t forget to stomp
Heaven forbid they taste peace.
Yet when they hand over nothing but
fear and ash and rubble, ...
All I could think of was the suffocating feeling of my soaking wet hair wrapped around my own neck. Nevermind that each drop of salt water flung into my face felt like a frigid bullet, blurring my vision and numbing my cheeks. And nevermind that not only were we sailing through a storm so violent the noon sky went black, but we were also in the midst of a titan: the Kraken.
The screams of men ar...
Life without you is life without color
Without music or laughter. Silent.
Lonely. Labored.
Like all the air in the atmosphere
Suddenly turns to hot oil.
And burns as you choke on the absence of everything you bring to life.
Like the oceans go flat,
Aching for the wild chaos of existence
And the ancient embrace of current and wind.
The forest goes silent
As birds forget their songs and their ...