Word Upon Word

Unorganized, like my life, I have stacks and stacks of words piled high.    Hardcover notebooks and coil-bound scribblers with pages torn out or splattered with coffee, the cover crinkled or nonexistent, sticky notes peering out all over the place, their purpose no longer evident.    A mass of words; random thoughts, heartfelt prose, messages […]

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nighttime itself

Conscious thought of a subconscious mind, interrupting        the darkness      or     absence of time                              night thoughts are deceptive.                   As    scattered      as they    can     be    they are real; darkness is as honest          as it is lonely, as remorseful as comforting.        Night thoughts. Do they lead you to dreams, or are they […]

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