The Falling Dream

Oh no, here comes that feeling; it's like I'm falling or remembering something like long forgotten sadness, or gravity.   My descent slows by pulses, rushing of blood to my senses panic setting in, and then it's gone, and then it's back again.   I'm riding the swells of memory, or emotions, or someone's just … Continue reading The Falling Dream

It’s Funny When We Fall

Hasten the fall, running to the edge and over. Breaking the walls, hitting them so much more, that they come down. Overcome. Laying down. This strangled reply is the best I could find. Maybe making all this happen was a joke? I hear laughing; Oh, so close. In my bones. It must be coming out … Continue reading It’s Funny When We Fall

Our Disquiet Masses

If you’re quiet, in the silence you can hear nerves snapping and synapses firing hot, then burning out; as well groomed conflict takes down hearts and minds alike. Bleeding hearts find no bandage and coagulate slowly. Most are left to just bleed out on the floor, their bodies shape a grim hedgerow along the path … Continue reading Our Disquiet Masses