Shall I begin, in a rare stream of consciousness, to quickly begin to describe my creation and demise? It was cold, and my whole being felt shocked by an impact that did little to provide the comfort I once felt. In a haze I searched for warmth, and something to quench the feeling I never … Continue reading Writing Prompt #10
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My Directions Don’t Come with Instructions
I think that I saw you cry once, but it could have been a dream. I think that I saw you love once, but it could have been a dream. I think that I saw you live once, but it could have been a dream. I think that I thought of you once, but it … Continue reading My Directions Don’t Come with Instructions
Shall We
Shall I be more for you, than warmed skin in the dead of night, caressing deep blue oceans that are only visible in the sky. Taste me, bittersweet symphony of sweat that pools where ribcages dip and soft valleys are met. Shall I be this dance we are all too scared to commit? scarred into … Continue reading Shall We
Finding
-Finding- I found the place where hatred died, but so did love, and I find myself wandering down the aisles of corpses of dreams and fantasies, wondering where reality is eventually laid to rest. I found it, in the eyes of those who watch, and in the voices of those who spoke. This place isn't … Continue reading Finding
Faith Taryn Davies 