August stared at the sight in disbelief. Piles of sand filled the former home, and the walls were dirty and washed out. What used to be a comely, large, and extravagant mansion was reduced to only a fraction of its former glory. August inhaled sharply and turned her gaze back to Dawn’s icy blue eyes—almost purple. “_This _is where my ancestors used to live?” She asked, unable to hide the scowl for...

I claw my way from inside my home,

The sand gives under my hands in soft and useless fistfuls of nothing

that sticks in grit to my skin.

It is in my eyes,

It is in my lungs.

I choke it up to no avail, it hooks in tight to everything except itself.

I hear my baby crying, then

Nothing.

Where is my wife?

I want to scream for her, but I can’t inhale.

It flooded in like water,

Sand is not suppose...

She fell into her hourglass of sand

to find the sidewalks gone,

the house abandoned

to some big shake-up

by the hand of God,

the desert creeping

into everything, until she

woke herself out of the glass,

shook off the nightmare

of being overwhelmed,

picked up a broom and swept

her own footprints away

as if she was the desert wind....

the sand falls through my fingers.

alone in this world again.

my footprints should guide you,

should you think to look for me.

you’ll find me burried in the grain.

bathed in the warmth.

and slipping through time....

At the very least I try to visit Vegas every weekend to see my son. It is not that bad of a drive from Los Angeles. It’s tough but I just hope this weird transitional phase in my life is over soon. My life just seems like a series of liminal space from emty apartments to empty desserts. Sometimes I try to explore some of the landmarks in between the two cities. I’ve been to mining places, Joshua t...

I remember when these halls sang tails,

But now leave entrails of sand across its floor.

The dust piles to the ceiling

And the doors are left open to show the aftermath of forgetting,

I remember when the walls hung sails and great old fables for its guests to adore.

And the core is broken, not to be repaired.

This is no home, not even a house. Just a relic of despair.

I heard the skeleton of wood ...

The sun seems warmer today as it tickles my skin. The morning light just seems to caress every inch it touches. I know this feeling will soon turn into a harsh stabbing once the full power of embrace reaches me. I know I can’t stay here forever. Soon the feeling will be unbarable. I know I have to keep moving if I want to survive.

Reality finally sets in once I realize I am no longer dreaming. I ...

_Waking in this grainy pile_

_Not knowing what to think_

__

_As I stand up and look around_

_All I can do is blink_

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_Batting my eyes as I try to gain vision_

_Soon started to hear noise in the distance_

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_I step with caution ready for what__’__s to come_

_I see a shadow and start to look dumb_

__...

Shivering silence crawling down my spine,

Mother Nature cursing the creature of destruction,

Thoughts headed towards hope start to tangle,

Once she was sovereign now taken over by man,

Beauty snatched away,

her innocence stolen kept in selfishness and spite...

I have a feeling that I’ve been here before, this ruin at the beach. I think back of how I went inside the departed building, just some stone walls without roof and I wonder where this was. Was it somewhere on the west coast of the United States or at a beach here in Europe? I can’t remember, but I’m quite sure that I’ve been there. I know I was with some friends, but not with who. So many memorie...