between the drizzle and gale: i may have used up my daily quota of daydreams
Tag: fiction
your dream is your own like the fine print on your soul
like a memory thief slip in and out of the gates of consciousness
autumn in the dark before dawn shadows take stage with grace
such joy: mynahs jumping the fence and rebelling against the coffeeshop overlords
a slow quiet burn in the depths of my soul
a muted dream: autumn at the coffeeshop
it’ll take you awhile but I’m sure you’ll find the blade buried somewhere in the words I speak
a chill in the autumn air that speaks of ancient madness
night: past the darkness is a cradle of comfort that embraces all
