What do you want to be? Who are you? What do you do for a living? I cannot give you these answers, you'll simply misunderstand, and I am not living a life, that allows for that strife. I will not try to make you understand who I am. I cannot quantify an existence that just.... … Continue reading Where I Begin
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3am
I wish I could explain better what it feels like, the euphoria of 3am as I bounce around a room unable to be bounced. Two feet here, two feet there, and you've gone the length of the space and yet I bounce. I bounce and I move and I curse curse the edge of the … Continue reading 3am
Sometimes There Isn’t A Title For A Story
Sometimes there isn't a title for a story. The words just flow like the sound of a brook in a wood no one knows of, until an author describes how the shift of the gentle breeze allows soft rays to caress the water to life. Then the sounds of the woods come to life before … Continue reading Sometimes There Isn’t A Title For A Story
Forgotten Project #9: Insomniatic
Word is that some words don't exist. Maybe, it's possible....or maybe I'm simply losing it. All that I am, all that can be fighting between drug-fueled dreams, and hectic realities. Tell me, my dear, what is the time the white rabbit has gone, and I haven't had the guts to follow since I last read … Continue reading Forgotten Project #9: Insomniatic
Faith Taryn Davies 