comfort in fear | saturday prose

comfort in the nothingness piece ~ It is in the sleepiness of stillness in the unwinding of the night, that we are most perceptible to the shattering reality of discomfort. ~ Footsteps drag themselves through leaves outside my window, and rather than only drawing nearer, they move in some languid orbit. It is in this…

night and all | poem

night and all the sounds that wander night and all the weird things you can conjure night and all the bad thoughts that fester night and all the dreams you plan night and all the good memories from the past night and all the visions you see night and all the music you listen to…