I do not exist outside of my own mind. I am there everyday so it stands to reason that I do not exist outside of it because I never leave it. I watch the world, quietly, from this prison, and I listen. I listen within this haven's walls to what you may or may not … Continue reading I Mean I Said It; I Mean I Showed It.
It was the drip that started it all. It’s an amazing word, don’t you think, both a word and a sound. Drip, drip, drip…it was intoxicating. The sound of it on the pavement drew me in, as I watched the sound come to life with every single drop. It wasn’t like the rain that fell, … Continue reading Forgotten Post #16: “The Drip”-short story