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.
Tag: Short Story
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.
I wake up, rubbing my eyes. When I stand my body feels... alright actually. The problem is not in my muscles, it’s not in my bones, and still it is somewhere on the borderline of tangible. It’s hard to tell exactly what it is, morning coffee doesn’t help, same with a few push-ups. Thinking nothing … Continue reading Mourning Coffee