I know I am here. I will not wonder why I have come. Something has pushed me into a realm I have never ever felt....

It was very early in the morning, the sky painted with hues of orange and scattered clouds predicting a clear sunrise. A cool breeze chilled my face as I followed my regular cycling routine. Yet, there was something different in the air today. Suddenly, as I turned right onto the desert road of Dunes, far from the city’s clamor, I became enveloped in a very dense fog. Visibility dwindled to mere f...

I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I feel like I’ve always been here and yet I feel like I just got here. I can’t see too far past the fog and the further I try to stray from here the thicker it gets. No matter how much I focus and pay attention I always get turned around and end up back here where I started. I’ve stopped trying. Now I observe. Hoping something or someone will be able to tell m...

I lay far away back as fog covers my

Eyes

I see, the bright beautiful

Orange cream dreamsicle

Sunset

And through the fog,distance can’t tell if it’s people or

Small ants

Vivid colorful portrait lies ahead of me

The man on his bicycle,enjoying the weather

I see...

Mornings on the cape were like something out of an escapist fantasy. At dawn, we ruled the beach like the kings we aspired to be but would pretend we knew nothing about. The same kids who couldn’t consistently make it to first period algebra on time a month ago, were now awake before the sun, afraid to waste even one sweet moment of summer because we all knew it would too soon come to an end.

I...

i felt alive for a bit.

why is he riding a bike?

no idea

no information

i have to accept it

it could be the desert

or the rising sun

it is likely the guilt

of seeing him drive away

without worries

to me, at least

since i don't know him

i only know yellow

it's all i ever knew

all i can see

and wonder about

and wander about...

The constant screaming in my head makes me want to end it.

Those words you said to me make me want to bleed out.

I want to stay strong but I can't.

Breaking down into my pillow.

Sliding off the wall onto the floor.

My knees are quivering so I can barely stand up.

My hands can barely type out a message for help.

I want to disappear.

Is it too late to leave?

Do I run away or face it head on?

Or do...

He didn’t know how he got here would Tricia be pissed was his first thought as it often was Had he fucked up, fallen off the wagon again ? There was a haze around everything that suggested he had but at the same time he felt strangely sober in control had he blacked out? The fog was different this time though something felt strange. There were two doors in front of him. Tricia he called someho...

The mist was extra thick this morning. The bicyclist would swear it, to anyone he encountered. He would nod, call out in greeting, and say, "Quite the fog!" That would be sure to garner a friendly reply. Maybe even a chortle. At least something in response, if just two words like, "I'll say!"

He pedaled faster. There were figures out there, but they never seemed any closer, or farther, for that ...

"You know that art exhibit? The one that's out there on Pelican Beach?" Asked Cody.

Elaine gave a slight nod, "I do. I can't say that I've ever walked through and looked at the art, but I see it whenever I drive by it. It's one of those things where I always tell myself to stop by."

"Oh, it's pretty cool," Cody said as he slid his hands into his pockets. The sun was down now, and in its place wa...