(For Mental Health Awareness Week/ Month) Sometimes the dreams lead me to this questionable reality. Sometimes not. There is no sense of being awake, or of sleep. There is just confusion. Time is littered with events real and imagined… events yet to be, or somehow those that filter into my consciousness from an alternate branch … Continue reading Fissures
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The Lake
You stood beside the lake, crestfallen, steel blue eyes weeping salty tears into the fresh water. This place was so beautiful in the summer. We had a perfect angle on the sun, right next to that old oak where the bank sloped down and caught the fading light in all its fractal beauty. The day … Continue reading The Lake
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