I want to feel like
there might be more
than this again.
I want to feel
story-like again.
I feel a compulsion, a need.
Yeah, a need.
I need to.
This place I fell into
is too real and
it’s too hard.
I recognise some things
but the unknown
blisters in between
here and that other place.
So how do I go back?
The moon fizzed in the sky its shining spots clear through spidery cloud. Hand in hand we walked, fingers intertwined, glued up […]
Sullen trees still stand for something. Low craggy branches have seen things, Held this and that, Watched faces Furry, bald and scaly. […]
You can’t repeat an authentic moment though I try again and again.
I walked up a mountain and didn’t feel like coming down so I stayed there and waited […]
