Thud. Thud. Thud.

Something is lurking in the background. A tangible shadow of sorts; one that breathes, one whose heartbeats echo. Thud. Thud. Thud. It's alive. But barely. The thuds are not rhythmical; they are sporadic, leaving you weary and apprehensive of when they will thud again, hoping that they won't, but wanting them to. Confusing you. Thud. …

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Illusive and Omnipresent

And you can never hide from me.

Endings are not endings

Endings are not endings unless you decide they are. On some level of awareness, you may recognize an ending when it occurs, but in the depths of your mind, it lingers on with possible scenarios, imaginary conversations and replays of how things could have been. Even death is not an ending. The body may perish, …

A moment of truth

From this distance, I see nothing but distance Between my wants and my attainables.   In this instant, I feel nothing but despair Towards my hopes and the explainable.   In simplicity, lies impossibility, Turning the simple into the unobtainable.   And in complexity, lies the reality That all can be done and all are …