I long not to sleep.It’s escape an illusion,Much as it’s torment.
There are puppets on the walls, Shattered dolls on the ramparts. What they guard is taken, No more now than a memory. Ghosts of a dream long dreamt, In a world without sunrises.
I can no longer appreciate silence. Night time silence. When it feels as though you are alone on the planet and you have neither fear nor worry, that used to be my favourite time. First I lost the silence to my thoughts. They no longer quieted in the middle of the night. They would not … More World Without Silence
“Will you mourn them when they are all gone?” “I do not mourn.” “There will be nothing left for you to do.” “There will always be death.” “You are the death of humans. Not of rats or pigs or what will come after the humans are gone.” Death’s response was to tug his cloak into … More A Question of Mourning
The walk across the dusty library felt a little longer today, just as it had the day before. Her feet shuffling on the thick carpet, stirring up yet more dust. The way it settled each night was of more concern to her housekeeper than it was to her. She liked the way it danced in … More Broken Daffodil
Did you notice the day that your childhood ended and reality arrived to tell you it was there to stay for the long haul? I want to be brave enough to write the rest of this true story. I’m not. Not yet. We all suffer in our lives. By the time we are adults each … More Losing Parts of Ourselves