Falling on Dead Ears

Deep inside a wooden chest lies a shoebox. Once as bright as a freshly picked tangerine now as milky as the inside of the peel. Formerly home to a brand new pair of shoes along with all the daydreams and hope of the future they might be a part of. Now imprisons the past. My [...]

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Teetering on The Edge

I dreamt I was dancing alone in the dark floating in the silky scales of solace. I was allowed to be all I could feel free from the time once past and fates to come. He is whistling me a smooth tune a setting song from the dusty moon. Ribbons of sound curling from his [...]