summer haze grips my lungs.
fame is a double-edged sword that only a few are equipped to handle.
Room 20B of Apartment Complex 13 remains empty.
one speck of dust in the world becomes the world to one speck of dust.
it was a grey cloud of dustgathering above the golden haloin the day, the bubble burstand with it went the afterglowso appeared the kingdom cursedcast in dark stifling shadows
the forgotten ash rises again.
Spider-webbed cracks r u n n i n galong an empty pavement. Soft soles glide,and weary head fallswith tearsand a weary heartwails. One road from here,and only the horizonis visible in a sky full of misty clouds,blocking the view of blue. Animals are scarce,dust motes swirlin an elaborate danceto death. Plants wilt and crumble,along sandyContinue reading “Walking Along a Cracked Path”