Not that I think anyone has been keeping score, but some might have noticed decreased activity on my publishing as well as participation in commenting
My mind is a menagerie of moments. Each thought passes a baton to the next Like never-ending relay runners circling, Going around the grey-matter track
I fear. I fear me and also you. I fear what I say. What I do. What I did not. I would not. Should not.
Up so very high That one can reach other worlds, Falling hurts much more. © Brandewulf 2018
The door silently swings. Opening to the room At the end of this hall. Familiar with its filtered lights, Shadows of spectres flitting, Crawling along
My earth stood still, Then it vanished before me. Spirits scattered, crushed, And broken like the levees. Time reset and all things Now follow in