What if we were the dreams of gods? Entities of impossibilities restricted to a realm of beings where only the possible is a possibility and the improbable impossible.
Tag Archives: Curiosity
White Rabbit
My eyes blinked furiously as my brain attempted to comprehend the bright presence. I tried to speak in all tongues, but I could only emit wails. My nervous system jolted as heat coursed through me. I attempted to escape the surge of physical spasms, but I was confined to my form. Alas, my worst fear,Continue reading “White Rabbit”
Childhood Reality
(This is an excerpt from my childhood diary.)
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(This is an excerpt from my childhood diary.)
Little Square
That little square. That right there. That little, itty-bitty square. Do you see it? Silly little thing. Do you see its bruise as it tries to move? Do you know why? Is it something recognizable? The square that moves like a circle. A circumference it does not have A mobility it must not have becauseContinue reading “Little Square”
Keep Digging
My grandfather had a hard life growing up. Living in an orphanage until the age of 18, he continuously worked odd jobs that never lasted very long. Supporting his family was one of the hardest things my grandfather ever had to do, but he was a hard working man whoContinue reading “Keep Digging”
Death of the Dreamers
It really is horrifying to awaken to the realism of your adulthood. To watch the news and read the papers only to be told that the dreamers and heroes of you childhood have left this world for a better one. Or none at all? Or perhaps they pass out of this plane of existence knowingContinue reading “Death of the Dreamers”
Frightening Snowflakes
Imagine a snowflake. No. A real one. One you held in your hand as a child. A kiss of cold. Yes, exactly. Even if you have never held a snowflake, I’m assuming that you didn’t just sit there blankly. Staring at these words. Thinking of nothing. I’m sure you at least tried to imagine whatContinue reading “Frightening Snowflakes”
Frequencies
Sometimes, I see things everywhere and wish they would resonate at a lower frequency. But sometimes, it doesn’t resonate at all, and these are the times I am most frightened.
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