I inhabit the void, the vacuous space between life and death. I often catch sight of tourists, standing on the rocky cliffs above, staring out

Wyrding & Existenz
I inhabit the void, the vacuous space between life and death. I often catch sight of tourists, standing on the rocky cliffs above, staring out
I live in perpetual darkness. On occasion, I feel the warm glow of another. That gentle, unmistakable heat. I reach for it, and I am
An old man sits on the dock, fishing. He is lost in the enchanting mystery that is the sea. When he was young, he would
Such jealousy from a subtle glance. The blaze a slight smile can ignite. We may not actively seek attention, yet each slow glance between them
Silence. He hangs in the air around me, refusing to leave side, clinging to me like grey does to an elephant’s hide. Hide. That’s something
I am trapped in an ocean of meaningless conversation, floating on a door of unfulfillment. It has a brass handle. I drift in and out
Astrology and Fantasy Art
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Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Ideas worth exploring
Books, for instance, like of the Bible
Motivate | Inspire | Uplift
Dynamic Living
A Stewardship Chronicle
A Collection of Blogs Written By Men & Women In Prison
all my benevolent monsters
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