Un-Acknowledged

In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.

Stream Of Consciousness | 5.4

A journey through dreams, solitude, and self-discovery leads to a profound shared awakening.

Why Did You Just Kill Me?

His eyes even seem to gleam. I can't break my gaze from his beautiful face. He is mesmerizing.

Stream of Consciousness | 1.6

A struggle between solitude and longing unfolds, reflecting deep emotional pain and a desire for escape.

Wicked Jinn

My lids are heavy.  My brain churns thoughts.  I run for home, spooning with dog.  Exhaustion.  I am aggressive and stalwart.