Tag: Short Story


May your rest be long and dreamless So our hearts can have a breath Take it, Take it as far away as you need. A consultation? I'm... Sorry? There are no answers left in me. The resonance stopped.


Sonic. Sonic. Nurse. Thursday.

When I open my eyes I can’t help but wonder how much was a dream, how much was reality and how much was imagination. There are differences, however subtle, however prominent, in each of those. But the main point is, When I open my eyes I wonder how much of what I had seen was … Continue reading Sonic. Sonic. Nurse. Thursday.